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letra de 2003: shocc and awe - anacron & astrobwoy

[verse 1: astrobwoy]
i forgot about this by 2001
now it’s oh-tray and the war’s begun
f-ck this war and political punks
that talk shit and send somebody else to dump
somebody’s dad or somebody’s son
just because their leaders are afraid of guns
somebody’s brother or their little cuz
since they’re too weak to throw fisticuffs
i’m talking about saddam hussein and george bush
two mark motherf-ckers that need to get mushed
talking all hard right through their teeth
involving whole nations in their personal beef
bending the rules with their political power
playing hero when they’re really nothing but cowards
one-on-one, they’d probably circle around
shoulder to shoulder and nothing would go down
face to face, they’d be afraid to throw;
but they talk that shit on television, though
if ya’ll got funk, just handle it then
f-ck the armed forces, do it like real men
and if you’re going to send someone else to fight
you should be there with them homeboy, it ain’t right
they in there dying while you’re out here full
trying to act like you’re the f-cking mogul

[verse 2: anacron]
it’s about oil and dollars
and a punk b-tch trying to avenge the name of his father
now it seems like what we’ve got going on here, dude
is a good old-fashioned family feud
i’ll tell you one thang, my name ain’t hussein
but i never been cuffed by an iraqi because i came to a party
or just ’cause i was hanging on the curb
but i’m still an american, it would be absurd
for me to say otherwise; that’s something you realize
when you go overseas to other countries
and see folks down for their nation all the time
i hate the legislation, but i’m down for mine

[verse 3: astrobwoy]
don’t even think about drafting me
i’m not pulling heat on no iraqi
i need ammunition for the war at home
when n-gg-s want to blast on the turf i roam
don’t even think about drafting me
shit is more out of hand than it have to be
how i’m going to go fight in foreign lands
when i’ve got beef with other americans
an army of one is the staff for me
so don’t even think about drafting me
don’t even think about drafting me
don’t even think about drafting me

[verse 4: anacron]
i’m like this
i don’t support the war, but i might dis
any mark protesting shit and starting up rallys
from new york to northern cali you’re the punks that dilly-dally
when it’s time for fighting or time to get rugged
suddenly you’re saying nothing, most of ya’ll would get to trucking
when the cops start busting tear gas canisters
courage levels fall like little kids off of banisters
there’s some soldiers that need to know
that if they get got, the blood that they bleed won’t
be for naught; it’ll mean something to the
people they’re protecting from somebody else’s fight
whether or not you voted for our president
won’t matter when a warhead finds your hood and levels it
you got to show love to the soldiers in the field
the only thing between you and a real f-cked
up situation is them, so quit hatin
get your -ss on the internet and write a letter of thanks
trying to start riots and blocking off streets
ain’t did shit yet but aggravate the police
that ain’t the way to get peace! just like your
nemesis, it’s seems you’re starting a pointless war
what you marching for? wanna-be valiant hearted
man, you can’t stop a war that has already started until it’s done

- anacron astrobwoy

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