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letra de where's the love - maniak zack

verse 1:
calm individual, raised amongst the criminals
everybody wanna be bad, this sh-t is pitiful
statistics n decimals are from where i’m from
literal atrocities they’re done every month
they poisoned the pot n put the noise in a box
a music box, hip hop, my music foils the plot
to keep it quiet, my voice is the ox that tears it up
but it’s lonely like, seriously, where’s the love?
all i see is fake, all i see is hate
sugar coated like wonka, all these divas faint
at the sight of blood but ignore the fighters struggle
fightin’ for his freedom from fires inside a bubble
or an idiot box, if that’s your preferred word
f-ck it change the channel, n forget about third earth
it seems in first earth, that’s what everybody does
like seriously, where’s the love?

[hook]
where’s the love? all i see are guns, yo
where’s the love [x3]
where’s the love, all i see are drugs, you
where’s the love [x3]
[/hook]

verse 2:
i know where the guns at and where the drugs at
they’re with the rugrats, but where’s the love at
i ain’t seen it, it’s like it disappeared
after lennon got shot and now there’s none left here
express the hate, send death threats to love
kent state to colombine there’s an excess of guns
excess of bang bang, an excess of doves
an excess of soldiers that are stranded above
we can build bombs, we can build arms
but fail to fill a single mom with extra currency
invadin’ muslim nations makin’ more insurgencies
they say we’re not secure, i say it’s insecurities
eatin’ us alive like a chupacabra
i know it’s macabre but we’re modern pompeii
we gotta keep the love alive or we’ll be all slain
i been lookin’ all day, but where’s the love?

[hook]

verse 3:
yo, f-ck the limmos, the wine and silver platters
it’s mind over matter ‘cuz my mind’s on what matters
my people, my family, my rhymes and my rap sheets
my fans of course, ‘cuz i ain’t’ got no plan b
i figure, if i can move the crowd
maybe i can convince them to soothe the sound of
violence n sirens n all that sicker cr-p
sh-t… homie that’s why i got into rap
tryna build a platform for us to stand on
that’s the only ethic that i’m tryna p-ss on
‘cuz to me it’s p-ssion, not no trend or fashion
this impulse for people that i always act on
i pick up the pen, and put down the sword
to quote a great man how can we go to war
when we can’t even afford feedin’ folks that’s poor?
if the war’s over there, then yo, where’s the love?

[hook]

- maniak zack

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