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(guerra - bambu lyrics

wake up to a missile knee-deep in your front yard
couple of guns pop, that’s where the fun starts
chemical weapons make it difficult to run far
but what you run for? you just gon’ get caught
police come in and (poof) all your guns gone
now the tanks come, you really need to slang rocks
guerrilla warfare, we might have to go there
let’s look at palestine, you know iraq’s there
the southern philippines where mad sh-t is real there
little boys are popping choppers from a wheelchair
and in sudan, too, and in chiapas, too
one slip-up ski-masked army is on top of you
we are in combat, don’t let the news tell it
they just want to sell you soap and insect repellant
but don’t ever forget it, the world is burning down
where do you see your fam when it’s our turn to turn it out

“porque” will be the question you’ll be asking policia
murdering tu gente, finishing tu vida
man, f-ck your resident visa, you a mexican
that means you a danger to america, a motherf-cking terrorist
and since they can’t tell the difference between us
a mexican, puerto rican, and me from the philippines
we’ll all be in the same pen, concentrated out
now the whole world is aiming their guns at the white house
the bullet said to their head, “goodbye!”
the bullet burrowed three inches inside
and my little music video was a lie
because the clothes get holes and the style goes dry
and them diamonds won’t help when the guns brrrrat
and where’s your little twenty-five caliber at?
from africa to latin america, let’s roll
‘cause this rich stay rich bullsh-t must go

dios mio in two-thousand and cinco what’s more
all based in my lord’s way is better than yours
what’s the difference between al-qaida and america?
both the money-hungry, religious, militant murderers
herding the cattle away from the gr-ss and into a plane
now your son’s in a desert waiting to become a mistake
from a mistake, a lie, y’all fell for the propaganda
the world’s rotting away, america’s the cancer
and men have been waiting on the border to strike
i hope a bullet puts an end to your motherf-cking life
i advocate taking back what is rightfully yours
stolen land as soon as they pale skin hit sh-r-s
bombs in the middle east, bombs in nyc
bombs in spain and bombs in london don’t puzzle me
evil begets evil and violence do the same
and the rate we been going ain’t ever gonna change

- bambu lyrics

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