Hard Luck Banjoes, DJ Brace, Soul Khan - Once Again lyrics

Uh, huh, uh huh

What up, my man, whatever happened to peace?
I don't know
Where he at? I ain't seen him in weeks
Well if you do
(uh huh) tell him I hope that he's good
But last night I seen his
Little brother under a sheet

Let's take it back like original sin
Nah, fuck that
Take it back to where women and men
And their children could blend
Regardless of what part of
The land they inhabit
Before we knew what a "citizen" meant word
This ain't no "We Are The World"
But as long as we on it
Feel like the minute we build
Someone's trying to bomb it
So keep it moving from the beef
Unless you're eating Reubens
If you wanna use some fighting words
I'm not gonna comment for real
Whatever happened to peace?
Oh, he was found face down
Missing half of his teeth
Lunchtime tableside he was banging the beats
And now he's paralyzed for life
In a mechanical seat god damn
I think that I'm ready to disappear from
Your sight and your smell but
Maybe not from your eardrum
'Cause that's my turf like I
Furnished it at Pier 1
Hard to get a shot if you
Ain't never had to fear one

What up, my man, whatever happened to peace?
I don't know
Where he at? I ain't seen him in weeks
Well if you do
(uh huh) tell him I hope that he's good
But last night I seen his
Little brother under a sheet

And they hear it bang like a
Loser at a gun show
Why you pay the follower that's
Cool with the Gestapo? Rugers to the macho
Got Rugers in they poncho
Souped up 'til they lose a unit of despacho
And I have kids
I really hope the school is not a hot zone
When bullets fly by like they
Feuding for the Congo
That shit'll be anywhere
You wanna talk about taxes and Medicare
The clue is where the arms go
The guns have been stockpiled
Spread around like the money
Of the Rothschilds
So even when it's peaceful
On these streets here
Overseas, it's American heat when
Somebody getting hostile
What a Debbie Downer
Why don't you forget about it?
I tried to write something else
But couldn't get my head around it
'Cause the death amount is
Getting out of hand (Whose hand?)
The one that's in the pocket
That's about to pull a weapon out it

What up, my man, whatever happened to peace?
I don't know
Where he at? I ain't seen him in weeks
Well if you do
(uh huh) tell him I hope that he's good
But last night I seen his
Little brother under a sheet