Battle Cry (Tomorrow) - Mac

Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle

Probably losin the world war three niggas

Rest in peace

See Im beneath the sun, right?

(tomorrow)

Anticipatin just waitin quotin my battle cry

(how can we live? if were born to die tomorrow?)

Dont want to die but if I gotta, Im ready cuz

Just hope the lord is forgiving as mama said he was, nigga what?

I struggled and strived long as I been alive

Witnessed my first murder back in 1985

I walk with the wicked and kick it with the thugs

In fact, saw the police and smoked some bud

But never no love, I witnessed the sickness of unprotected lust

So many children born just because the rubbers bust

I sympathize with they mothers but fuck the men

Cuz a man aint shit, if hes no papa to his children

My womans a thug girl, but I love her dearly

My patnas are thieves and I know that, but I keep em near me Its gettin kinda hard for me,

In the city where the drama just be callin me Whoa!

I live among the roaches and the rats

And the killers and the crack

And the policemen that slang that smack

I lay me down to sleep, clutchin my heat

With my sneakers on my feet,

Just in case my window locks on me, I be…

And thats some real shit right there, ya heard me?

Yall niggas aint even understandin the game nigga

Niggas is dyin, its a muthafuckin world war three on the streets

Nigga, yall feel it And as the blood of my niggas flood the streets,

I refuse to speak, the cracks and concrete

Can disguise ya feet

And tears fall at the site of these white sheets

The street like heat

The cold secrets, that midnight keeps

And we was raised by it, its common as a cold

Eyes are closed, body is froze

Blood leakin out they nose

I never chose I was given

Survival of the fit livin

Driven insane by its rhythm, but fuck

I never gave, see his minds in the grave

And most of you niggas praise the ways we was raised

It must be that weed smoke,

When most of my niggas need coke, to cope

With these different strokes

Its murder we wrote, into the project

Im wonderin if my niggasll see the site of my death

Before it happen, my life is on the edge of my pen

Im waitin to explode countin to ten,

Forgive me for all the sin nigga

Why do we live if were born to die?

Why do we live if were born to die?

Why do we live if were born to die?

Why do we live if were born to die?

Yall niggas sing that shit nigga!

Oh, oh, you too cute to sing that shit, ha? bitch ass nigga.

World war

Peace