"War" lyrics
Karizma Lyrics
You know, we all fight our own personal battles
And uh, hopefully this helps you get through it
You carry... fantasy... you can get through it, yeah
We got kids in homes without guidance
Parents always yelling but dwelling alone in silence
I don't got a mission, I'm pitching a little hope though
We have it so good, but we think that we don't though
Ink to the [?], it's funny
We drink cause our moms did, it's ironic huh
We hated them but waddled right on
Taught it's bad, mom and dad brought up their son
We're just kids for kids, no need for [?]
Stars to always see your [?]
Maybe we're caught, but I strive for more than minimum wage in a five guy store
Or mop and buckets, hop and duck it from the fucking cops and judges
I don't make a profit, come on what kind of hip-hopper doesn't
Me. I was raised like y'all, late nights trapped inside my basement walls singing
Oh, war in me
You carry me
Goodbye
Oh, fantasy of freedom [x2]
Kids without the hint of hope near
Shit, we wonder why there's dope here
I think we need to look in the mirror more
And base the efforts in the game just because we fear the score
But if we try and stop tripping on high points, I really don't see the need to buy joints
But who am I to try preaching some class
I stare into your eyes but I am seeing your ass
Like meet Lucy, A-student with two Cs
Goes home, gets her face slapped and some bruised knees
Dad's always trashed 'cause his [?], so he smacks her to show what his dad did to him
But its a cycle of a cycle whos breaking down the kid's heart
Be one, to know one, I lay it down in this art
Opened mind, closed eyes
Hope to find those lights
But you got to dig the tunnel for worst
Oh, war in me
You carry me
Goodbye
Oh, fantasy of freedom [x2]
And uh, hopefully this helps you get through it
You carry... fantasy... you can get through it, yeah
We got kids in homes without guidance
Parents always yelling but dwelling alone in silence
I don't got a mission, I'm pitching a little hope though
We have it so good, but we think that we don't though
Ink to the [?], it's funny
We drink cause our moms did, it's ironic huh
We hated them but waddled right on
Taught it's bad, mom and dad brought up their son
We're just kids for kids, no need for [?]
Stars to always see your [?]
Maybe we're caught, but I strive for more than minimum wage in a five guy store
Or mop and buckets, hop and duck it from the fucking cops and judges
I don't make a profit, come on what kind of hip-hopper doesn't
Me. I was raised like y'all, late nights trapped inside my basement walls singing
Oh, war in me
You carry me
Goodbye
Oh, fantasy of freedom [x2]
Kids without the hint of hope near
Shit, we wonder why there's dope here
I think we need to look in the mirror more
And base the efforts in the game just because we fear the score
But if we try and stop tripping on high points, I really don't see the need to buy joints
But who am I to try preaching some class
I stare into your eyes but I am seeing your ass
Like meet Lucy, A-student with two Cs
Goes home, gets her face slapped and some bruised knees
Dad's always trashed 'cause his [?], so he smacks her to show what his dad did to him
But its a cycle of a cycle whos breaking down the kid's heart
Be one, to know one, I lay it down in this art
Opened mind, closed eyes
Hope to find those lights
But you got to dig the tunnel for worst
Oh, war in me
You carry me
Goodbye
Oh, fantasy of freedom [x2]
