• Innercity warfare has entered the suburbs,
    the fear is escalating and the victims go unheard
    but the life is steady reachin to the young and the old
    the fast life grabs you and it takes control
    Til your dead in the street for wearin the wrong flags
    left dead in the gutter for the shade of a rag

    the news skirts the issues, the bullets are misused
    when they lower the casket, i guess thats when it hits you
    that its somebody's mother cryin over the coffin
    what can you say when the tears stain her soft skin?
    "He died for the set" is hardly a blessin
    when you look into her eyes can you see the questions?
    "Why are we fighting?, Why did they do this?"
    if theres a point to this madness, its a point that i missed

    People are people, we all bleed the same blood
    And just like Bob Marley, we're sharin the same love

    but Zion is cryin, and the pride of the lion
    is caged by the sounds of the innocents cryin
    And in Babylon, the war wages on
    and lullabies are sung to the sound of the bombs
    there are children, sufferin, and missing their moms
    they dont know why we're fighting, but they know that its wrong

    In Mesopotamia, we have bombs over Baghdad
    and the streets are filled with rubble in a land where we once had
    homes and businesses, mosuques, and, of course
    the Government we're "helping" while we all make it worse
    the children, they wonder if they'll make it to school
    will their homes still be standing at the end of our rule?
    Will they survive, will their family and friends?
    "The noise is so scary, Allah, when will it end?"


    The bloodiest battle is the one on our conscience
    Not the Middle East, or this gang violence nonsense
    the crime is that no one says "enough is enough!
    You can kill me, you hear me? But that wont make you tough."
    Im calling for a cease fire, send your sorrow to me
    and form one nation under HUMANITY!