Sometimes we might joke sometimes we might cry,
Just making the most of living our lives.
Sometimes we get low sometimes we get high,
The only antidote, keep living our lives.
They killing in Somalia's blue waters,
They killed in Bosnia for new borders,
They kill you for dishonor in Jordan -
A family name has got such importance.
They killing in Columbia for coke.
Main killer in Down Under be the smokes.
Collapse's killing thousands of miners in China.
Same headline 'No survivors'.
They killing journalists in the Russian lands.
They kill in Port Au Prince for fucking spam.
There's killers for god in Jerusalem.
Synagogue, church and mosque be producing them.
Obama has that peace prize (so believe what you like).
Middle East cries, feasting.
Got pride in my birthplace but shame also resides
Many roads here paved with betrayal and genocide.
Dad made his way here, he was craving a better life
Didn't want another air raid waking him in the night
But things changed right, it's all a little stricter.
Policies mixed with the riddles of a mini Hitler.
They killing over colors in L. A.
In El Salvador, it's numbers essay
For the E. T. A bombs are the best way
Independence is a monstrous death game
They killing in Iraq for black gold
In Nigeria they killed stacks for black gold
They killing in Chad for black gold
But do the U. N. ever react to that
No, innocents killed in London subway
Mexicans kill trying to run the drug trade
Mumbai killings was random gun spray
Tell me your kids don't love the blood games.
You fight for the sake of it, or ninety nine percent
Just trying to make a shake of it
And yo you must be mistaking if you
Can't see your stake in it is greater than the vast majority
And you can stand there growling at authority
Cause we still got a democracy, and what that means
Is you can say what you feel
And they can't put you under lock and key
So many disappeared, so many lived in fear
But you know that here man, your brains the opponent
So many blown opportunities in the land of plenty
So many cats that let there souls run on empty it gets tempting
To let it all slide, make fate the fall guy
And join the could have been's.
Touched to many coffins, seen too many lost ones, many like porcelain,
Cracked in an instant. Poor to rich kids.