{D Millz}

R.I.P to all the fallen Soldiers man

We better Stop this madness...

(Chorus)

[D Millz]

We better Stop it (Yeah)

Pick up a pen give up the Skeng, roll up the Chronic (Give it up)

Bruddas in ends killing their friends why don’t we Stop it

Why they moving Demonic

Dippin Mandem in College

And now they be looking for Solace

Rest of your life eating Porridge

[Twicks]

We better stop it (Yeah)

Put down the weapon and give up the blade, bill up the rocket (Okay)

Some of the bruddas are locked in the cage stick to your knowledge, using your logic

The Government moving astonished

But still they be making a Profit it’s not platonic

(Verse One)

[D Millz]

Look at the way that we living

And they reside in the kitchen, (Nah)

Living a life full a dipping (Back it out)

Mandem be all about chinging

Look at the way that we turning to Villans

Make a mistake we say f*** it lets kill em

Bringing Division

All of the blood that we spilling come like f*** widda Crippin

And Im just another resident

Started in the T like a President

Rolling the green and the medicine

Been on the scene I’m a Veteran

Despite all my luck it’s irrelevant

Not giving a f*** like they Celibate (F*** Em)

And I’ve never been involved (No)

Nearly been cut from my element

Remember the night

And I Was in the front passy the mandem had Bally’s the tally weren’t looking too right

All of a sudden it started from nothing to suttin he ran up and pulled out a knife

It was on sight

Wondering why I

Was looking at saving my light

But i survived

Nuff of them bruddahs they taking a life, (Yeah)

(Chorus)

[D Millz]

Pick up a pen give up the Skeng, roll up the Chronic (Give it up)

Bruddas in ends killing their friends why don’t we Stop it

Why they moving Demonic

Dippin Mandem in College

And now they be looking for Solace

Rest of your life eating Porridge

[Twicks]

We better stop it (Stop it, Stop it)

Put down the weapon and give up the blade, bill up the rocket (Okay)

Some of the bruddas are locked in the cage stick to your knowledge, using your logic

The Government moving astonished

But still they be making a Profit it’s not platonic

(Verse Two)

[Twicks]

I wonder why you wanna kill a man (Why?)

Mandem feeling like they God they taking out a rod and now they wanna dip a man (Why?)

Make another body drop they take another shot the bullets wanna fill a man

You got murder in your mind you’re dealin with the weight I’m callin it the killergram

See their bruddas in the ends end up on a flipagram

So the people really wanna Flip a Gram

They live a thriller for the Skrilla man

They cuttin Peter till they Neverland they hold a sentence like a Epigram

Black or white my people losing their life the ends are moving like Afghanistan

F*** a Government they tellin me lies they treat our people like we Caliban (F*** Em, F*** Em)

Born in he eye of the Storm (Storm)

Totty my home I’m the North (Come from the Totty)

We use to play in the dirt (We use to play)

Now we deliver the corpse (Bury the body)

The Mother she bury her son

Under the slum feein the pain in her lung

Why did you carry a knife?

Why did you carry a gun?

(Chorus)

[D Millz]

We better Stop it (Yeah)

Pick up a pen give up the Skeng, roll up the Chronic (Give it up)

Bruddas in ends killing their friends why don’t we Stop it

Why they moving Demonic

Dippin Mandem in College

And now they be looking for Solace

Rest of your life eating Porridge

[Twicks]

We better stop it (Stop it, Stop it)

Put down the weapon and give up the blade, bill up the rocket (Okay)

Some of the bruddas are locked in the cage stick to your knowledge, using your logic

The Government moving astonished

But still they be making a Profit it’s not platonic

(Song concludes with a harmonic Outro)