Different Kind of War Songtext
von Joanna Connor

Hun, hun
War, omo na different kind of war
The rich get richer, still oppressing
The poor
But don′t knock on ma door, cos
I don't know again
The government is bringing their
Bullshit again, war
War, omo na different kind of war
The rich get richer, still oppressing
The poor
But don′t knock ma door, cos I don't
Know again
The government is bringing their
Bullshit again, war


(War) Another bomb just went off,
We norm to this
The president is looking clueless, we
Use to this
Use to the pain and the blood shed
Use to the lies and the greed, and
The false hopes, not the ropes this is
Hang man music
Can you knock shoki for once and
Just listen, at this rate, we back to
The sixties, back to the civil war (war)
Country with no law (law)
Crucifics on ma front door, ma bible
Open, down on both knees praying for
This damn nation
Lord save us from damn nation
Sleeping on the health and education
* * on the *, o who cares
The burden of the nation, but who
Bares, all I see tears, fears, looting
Corruption. evil demonic

War, omo na different kind of war
The rich get richer, still oppressing
The poor
But don't knock on ma door, cos
I don′t know again
The government is bringing their
Bullshit again (war)
War, omo na different kind of war
The rich get richer, still oppressing
The poor
But don′t knock on ma door, cos
I don't know again
The government is bringing up
Their bullshit again


War, even if I can′t change this
Nation, I pray they hear ma voice
In every fucking radio station
Nothing works, from the cups to
The mugs
If they had the chance, they will
Shoot is down like dogs
What are the kids checking most on
The blogs, fashion, music, lifestyle
The *
Ain't nobody conscious, fuck the
Petrotizim, heroezim for fools
Shut down the schools, skill gaps
In every sectors
We went from having all to nothing
Thank you for extorting
Never underestimate the prayers of
The poor, went down *
Dear lord lift away the burden
I feel like the country got sold to
The highest beaders
Is God punishing us with bad leaders,
We loop the treasury, fly the kids
Overseas, enrolling in the most
Prestigious college, turning us to
Savages, eat from the refuse bin
And left overs
Is passover, marking doors with the
Blood of the lamb, cos the wrath of
The God upon us (* * suffer) war

War, omo na different kind of war
The rich get richer, still oppressing
The poor
But don′t knock on ma door, cos I
Don't know again
The government is bringing their
Bullshit again (war)
Omo na different kind of war
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