[Angry Mic: Verse One]
Listen to the beating of my heart, I'm prepared for war
Talking to my pops, he's been there before
Stay calm soldier, I'm not scared no more
Then my sister holds my hands, says a prayer before
I exit one step in front of the other
No regrets, but what the fuck I've done to my mother?
Premonitions of her son dead in front of a gutter
My blood spilling on the street, lying under a cover
Can't sleep, can't eat, yelling "don't leave me!"
Only son that she has so this ain't easy
I'm so sorry mom but my country needs me
To kiil, so I will but you must believe me
That I'm going to come back, put my word on my daughter
She's been through a lot of shit, she's deserving her father
Lord knows I never meant to put this burden upon her
But I fight cause I don't want no other person to harm her
[Hook]
You talking heat? Well, you better fucking hold it, man
You see your enemy, you better fucking pull it, man
This is a world where they really can control a man
Send you to die but you really never overstand
They think I'm on some hippy shit, like talking holding hands
I'm talking heat, and you better fucking hold it, man
You see your enemy, you better fucking pull it, man
This is a world where they really can control a man
[Angry Mic: Verse Two]
My heat stays close, gotta bring it with me
Ever since democracy pointed his finger at me
Took many innocent lives, now they singing "I'm free!"
No one could put this into words but I wish you could see
They connected us to something that had nothing between us
Legitimizing ??? at the way that they treat us
Now they're justified, irate citizens are extremists
America, there's no democracy, you're run by elitists
Using deception, I know that you all see
They involved me in something that didn't involve me
Killed my mom and my dad and that's what drawed me
To go out in a plane like Valens and Holly
Old heads told me no, held me back from my quest
They sent me on another to attack and distress
If it means I gotta die to send them back to the West
In the name of Allah, get it strapped to my chest
[Hook]
[Angry Mic: Verse Three]
The phone rings once but I don't wanna pick it up
Phone rings twice, now I know my shit for lucks
Got me fucked and it sucks but it's what made me this intelligent
I ain't fucking around, can call me cellibent
My daddy went to fight cause a Donkey and a Elephant
Went talking about our enemy, decided to embellish it
"Hello?"
"Is this?-"
"Naw, this her granddaughter speaking, she's gone crazy, I give her hands on the weekend"
This man told me he was in command for the evening
Then he said that God had a plan and a reason
Suicide bomber, he couldn't get away from it
Daddy's now dead and there's no way of escaping it
Mommy went away when the towers hit the pavement
Government convinced daddy that someone got away with it
He went on some wayward shit, never to return
His enemy was him but daddy never ever learned
[HOOK]
[Angry Mic: Verse Four]
This is a world where they really can control a man
With no controller, man, they mind control you, man
They use that propaganda to make you pop that hammer
So government running your life and this is not Havana
I wish I knew now when I was fucking younger
But instead every History book just made me dumber
We fed lies cause the truth is fucked up
So it's no surprise that the youth is fucked up
All I used to do is fucking snooze and bust nuts
Remove the Dutch guts, then booze and puff puff
Been through some rough stuff, refused to suck up
Got used to tough luck, had blues like, "What's up?
I never went your way, I'm removed like Kruk's nut
Me against the world, my only weapons a mic
I don't see no middle ground, so, I'm guessing we'll fight
I was fine 'til these politicians stepped in my life
Telling me I gotta lean toward the left or the right
Never lend my ear to them though they might appear relevant
I give my ear to them, shit is always irrelevant
For all you fucking dummies, Angry Mic is here spelling it