KRS-One, Cx - Our Soldiers lyrics

Yo KRS it's time to make
A statement up in here
Let everybody know what's really
Goin on in America behind closed doors of
This Bush Administration
There's a war goin on which side you on?
Which side you represent, huh? Yeah!

YEAH'! To all the families
That got somebody overseas
In that bullshit war that's what we tellin
Yeah what'chu know about real
War when it's happening?
Who you care for, who your heart
Think about your friend
Fightin with Iraq and them
Rebel forces trackin him
Bombs in the front, underneath
And in back of thеm
While we chillin in that Escalade
Thеy dodgin rocket propelled grenades
So what you ace of spades
What about the promises that were made?
No one in America feels any safer
In fact we feel betrayed
Over 200 families played
With an American flag and a letter
That says your child got sprayed
In the sands of Iraq, forget the economy
Mr president, when my kid comin back?
When my spouse comin back? Four
Million people out of work
Sayin right now when my house comin back?
Now we can see that to be all you can be
Man invadin Iraq and dodgin RPG's!

Rest in peace to them soldiers
On a two-year tour
Frontline of the political war
Troops flyin out to Iraq
Sent home in a black bag
Global terrorism droppin bombs over Baghdad

What's the cause, what's the point
What's the agenda?
WMD's, Iraqi freedom, I don't remember
Politics is one thing, lives are another
People seperated from they wives
And they mothers fathers and brothers
Leavin their families and others
Safe under the cover they're
Position first gunner
Hard times, demand even harder rhymes
You can't be stallin pimpin and
Ballin all the time!
I speak about MORE than crime
I rhyme to the spirit
To them people with "Spiritual Minds"
But I hope you get the lyric in time
You just went to get a degree
Now you behind enemy lines
But yo, everything is gonna be fine
You'll be home in no time
And you'll remember this rhyme
Most of them soldiers in Iraq my friends
I ain't checkin for the war
But I'm checkin for them

Rest in peace to them soldiers
On a two-year tour
Frontline of the political war
Troops flyin out to Iraq
Sent home in a black bag
Global terrorism droppin bombs over Baghdad

You ain't gotta feel, when you pop that steel
Return fire comin in and things gettin real
From Desert Shield, to Operation Iron Grip
Americans will not forget that ish
While I spit another hit
Over them news clips, every day
Yo Bush, how you become President anyway?!
Buyin off judges, exposin Clinton's lovers
Riggin elections, underminin all these others
It's time to uncover, the real plot
We need to build our own nation
And call it hip-hop yeah! Release the fear
The real hip-hop is over HERE!