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letra de once again - hard luck banjoes

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uh huh, uh huh

[hook]
what up, my man, whatever happened to peace?
i don’t know, where he at? i ain’t seen him in weeks
well if you do (uh huh) tell him i hope that he’s good
but last night i seen his little brother under a sheet

[verse 1: soul khan]
let’s take it back like original sin
nah, fuck that, take it back to where women and men
and their children could blend
regardless of what part of the land they inhabit
before we knew what a “citizen” meant
word
this ain’t no “we are the world”
but as long as we on it
feel like the minute we build
someone’s trying to bomb it
so keep it moving from the beef
unless you’re eating reubens
if you wanna use some fighting words
i’m not gonna comment
for real
whatever happened to peace?
oh, he was found face-down missing half of his teeth
lunchtime tableside he was banging the beats
and now he’s paralyzed for life in a mechanical seat
god d-mn
i think that i’m ready to disappear from
your sight and your smell but maybe not from your eardrum
’cause that’s my turf like i furnished it at pier 1
hard to get a shot if you ain’t never had to fear one

[hook]
what up, my man, whatever happened to peace?
i don’t know, where he at? i ain’t seen him in weeks
well if you do (uh huh) tell him i hope that he’s good
but last night i seen his little brother under a sheet

[verse 2: soul khan]
and they hear it bang like a loser at a gun show
why you pay the follower that’s cool with the gestapo?
rugers to the macho, got rugers in they poncho
souped up ’til they lose a unit of despacho
and i have kids
i really hope the school is not a hot zone
when bullets fly by like they feuding for the congo
that shit’ll be anywhere
you wanna talk about taxes and medicare
the clue is where the arms go
the guns have been stockpiled
spread around like the money of the rothschilds
so even when it’s peaceful on these streets here
overseas, it’s american heat when somebody getting hostile
what a debbie downer, why don’t you forget about it?
i tried to write something else
but couldn’t get my head around it
’cause the death amount is getting out of hand
(whose hand?)
the one that’s in the pocket
that’s about to pull a weapon out it

[cuts by dj brace]

[hook (x3)]
what up, my man, whatever happened to peace?
i don’t know, where he at? i ain’t seen him in weeks
well if you do (uh huh) tell him i hope that he’s good
but last night i seen his little brother under a sheet

[cuts by dj brace]

- hard luck banjoes

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