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WAR CRYCHORUS: This is a war cry, world more crazy! Now's the time, BRUTHA WAR! (2X) 1st VERSE: They rape my mother, treat her just like she's some kind of whore. They kill my brother, treat my people like they dinosaurs. Sometimes I wish that the pilgrims couldn't find a shore, and when the Natives first saw them they should have waged a war. My skin is pale but red blood rushes through my veins. Kaienti:o, Good Tree is my truest name. But I don't hate nobody and I'm through with blame. and some of us sold each other out, that's why Yeshua came. All nations and all tribes have fallen short, and could never ever stand without the Lord's support. Can't let the hate that hate produced seduce me to speak loosely, but I can't let babylon use me. but if you heed the word and read the word you'll overstand that God is on the side of the oppressed and suffering. And "vengeance is mine" says the Lord. Woe to the opressor. Live by sword die by the sword. Some of ya'll might think that I'm way too controversial, but don't take it personal. Be glad Our God is merciful. And what about the brother's family's 40 acres. The more promises they make the more treaties they break Bruh. Now's the time for reconciliation, or feel the wrath of revelation. To the powers that be this is a warning. turn from your wicked ways. Read what the bible say. REPEAT CHORUS. 2nd VERSE: This is a war cry, get up out the pews. so many are called but the chosen well they be few.The assembly of the brethren be blessed but It's to prepare, for us to show the world we care. Get off your derrier. And start speaking words of life to a dying breed. Why should they follow Christ brother why indeed? If we portay a masquerade of our own perfection. when Christ was perfect for us they ignore us cause they see deception. If we knew the love of Christ then we would want to share it. You know about the breastplate of righteousness than wear it. And if you got the sword of the Spirit start swinging. No fronting, straight from the heart is what I'm bringing. Pick up the sheild of faith, time to seal the fate, of the principalities, that be trying to steal the great, potential, locked inside the mind of the sleeping giant. These demons be scheming, don't even try it. This is a challenge, don't bury your talents, if you see someone who needs some encouragement don't be silent. There's no excuse to, not let God use you. He's working through me, let Him work through you. And if they won't come to church, let's bring the church to them, and show them the love of Christ that will never end. REPEAT CHORUS. 3rd VERSE: Have you heard of the great physician? He got the Good Medicine. Son of the Creator, and His love will never end.The living word sent forth in four directions, to all nations and all tribes for protection. He was the one that was put over the abyss, who makes amends when we sin and the target's missed. We are not a conquered people. We are more than conquerors. Even though the blasphemous nation built on top of us. They stole our land but of our spirit they won't be robbing us! Give into the hate then I become what I hated most. Devil's the enemy. don't let him play you close. REPEAT CHORUS. Artist: BRUTHA WAR (Silas Clark) Album: TEARZ OF WAR Song: War Cry © Silas Clark WAR CRY PRODUCTIONS 2004 MR. NOBODY(chorus)Call me Mr.Nobody cause no one seems to care! Would anybody trip if I vanished into thin air? This world is very cold to me. Not how It's supposed to be. I need some help before this crazy world takes over me! Take a second and listen! I want some recognition! I’m dyin’ inside, like cyanide, I’m full of poison. All I hear is laughter when I tell this to my boys man. Who can I talk to? No one seems to notice. Even when they do, they just wanna play me the closest. I’m hopeless, losin’ focus. World is lookin’ blurrier. Time keeps on runnin’. Where do I go? But I gotta hurry Sir. A worrier, disoriented, lookin’ for direction. No one seems to hear me, do they all got ear infections? A few people might love me, but they just don’t understand me. I’m so disappointed, and broken is my family. And broken is my heart, my mind, and my dreams. Tryin’ to hold in these emotions but they burstin’ at the seams. Walls are closin’ in and I feel like I’m fittin’ to scream. But I can barely breathe because my chest is feelin’ heavy. Paralyzed, wanna be free but fear wont let me. I wish it could be different but do I really have a choice? I feel to weak to speak and I just can’t find my voice. Don’t ask me no questions now, I don’t know what to say. Lock myself in my room, turn up my music and press play. (repeat chorus) Could I be loved? Am I good enough or worthwhile? Walk around like I’m hard but inside is a hurt child. Feelin’ like a failure, well ya, never know- if what I wanted them to see in me, Will it ever show? Probably I don’t love myself like I should- or wouldn’t trip so hard when I’m misunderstood. No brutha could- take away my self-esteem- and I wouldn’t stop when I get chopped like a guillotine! People act like Philistines, really mean with no regard. The only way you know to defend yourself is to show you’re hard. Life is vexin’ me, life expectancy is shorter than- The terminally ill patient who kicks it with Kevorkian. I can never seem to get it quite right. Someone’s always mad at me I end up in a fight. Driking and drivin’, hearin’ sirens, livin’ in violence. And if anybody pushin’ me I’m whilin’! (repeat chorus) STOP, wait, hold up! I cannot fold up! I cannot shrink back, cause these people think that- I’m insignificant or limited, that’s wrong advice. A part of me, is startin’ to see, that I can do all things through Christ- The only way we’ll know ourself my brutha, is if we know Creator. Created in His image my brutha, not for misbehaviour. Fearfully and wonderfully made, I tearfully prayed, both night and day. God would you please just light my way? Now that I be seekin’, I can hear the Lord He’s speakin’- revealin’, that we gonna take back what they stealin’. And showin’, that He has the ultimate control, when- The time is right I’ll get back everything the devil stole man. Society, they lied to me, can’t try to be what they expect. Show no respect. Try to use me for what they can get. But they don’t even know my purpose or my destiny. The love of God’s my reason to live, if you question me. (new chorus) Now I know I’m somebody because my God he cares- And I be wagin’ war against the Prince of the Air- This world is very cold to me, not how It’s supposed to be. But I’m an overcomer so this world cannot take over me! Artist: BRUTHA WAR (Silas Clark) Album: TEARZ OF WAR Song: Mr.Nobody © Silas Clark WAR CRY PRODUCTIONS 2004 -TEARZ of INK-These hollow minds, all they see iz dollar signs-culture declines- & when it comes 2 record companies tha bottom line- iz all about tha platinum & gold- It'z all about tha units sold,Don't care about tha lies that'z told- All about tha profit margin & we see tha profits starvin'- & I watch tha youth who lack tha truth so their heartz harden- They keep em restrained, they keep em entertained- They keep em distracted,so revolution won't enter tha brain- Never again do I wanna see what happened when- I take a trip down memory lane- & if we part of tha problem then should we ever complain? They try 2 keep tha knowledge classified,so we will stay pacified- My blood boils, touches tha soil under tha concrete- Chainz are breakin', Giants waken from a long sleep- Try 2 be at peace but ya'll ain't goin' 4 it- & this problem won't ever go away if we ignore it- Had a wound on my soul & my psyche now it'z infected- I tried 2 use a band- aid & then just forget it- Now it'z poisoned & will kill me if I leave it unattended- A lot of us still need 2 heal cause we just pretended- That everything's OK, But our father's so offended- ( excerpt from Tearz of Ink song, © Silas Clark WAR CRY PRODUCTIONS 2003) |
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