Warzone

Warzone - T.I.

Written by：Clifford J. Harris, Jr./Lamar Edwards/Michael Ray Cox, Jr./John Wesley Groove

Can't you see we livin' in a war zone

Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it

Like every weekend it's a man down

Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'ma represent it

Dedicated tell 'em hands up can't breathe

Hands up can't breathe

Hands up can't breathe

Hands up can't you see we livin' in a war zone

They left his body swangin' down in piedmont

At a klan rally the day before but that ain't mean nothing

Witness said suicide I said genocide

Hey what you got a gun for boy you ain't finna ride

They run up on you like baton rouge bet you finna hide

That's the difference 'tween us I'll die to save a million lives

Appointed leader when nobody couldn't think of s**t

I'll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit

They pull you over ask you where your license at

Be careful reachin' for it you know you can die for that

And this ain't nothin' new just got cameras so you can see the s**t

Got dr king and abe lincoln askin' where the freedom at

This ain't no equality

Man you ain't have no justice on your mind when you shot at me

This the way it gotta be

Hey listen you won't shoot at them then shoot at me

Boy you are not a g

Imagine trayvon askin' why you followed me

Feel threatened hit him and whip him that's when he shot him down

Do that to a grown f**kin' man drop where you stand

Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin'

If it's a god and he in the sky he looking down he understand

I'm just a man and I'm wrong for revenge

But I don't get 'em it's like tellin' him to gon' kill again

Keep f**king around it's going to be on in a minute

Boy we livin' in a war zone

Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it

Like every weekend it's a man down

Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'ma represent it

Dedicated tell 'em hands up can't breathe

Hands up can't breathe

Hands up can't breathe

Hands up can't you see we livin' in a war zone

This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church

I hope you get slow murked and they torture you slow first

Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma

Won't go kamikaze for that well what would you die for

Hold up I'll wait I'll wait

Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for watergate

The war on *** was just a war on us

Give us all these guns give us all this dust

Change all them laws lock all of us up

Went from freeway ricky on to bmf free meech

Then hip hop came that's when we got rich

Cause white kids gravitated to it like all of us did

And that's when they got slick

Invented the technology to take our s**t

Diluted all of the artistry

Pardon me somebody tell me what happened to alton

Sterling killed philando right in front of the girl