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The Scarred Battlefield

they raised him up so hard So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to God 'Cause we in a battlefield where the razors lead to scars And the lasers lead

the limit tho', that's what it is That's right, tho', just some real shit Yo, I can a die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord On the battlefield

comes again We stand here together and prepare for the fray When today could leave our history in flames I look on the faces that oppression has greyed The scars

metal down off the impost You know the deal, NYC official battlefield [Unverified] up on death, can't hear your squad is effused to heal Permanently scarred

tomorrow?) Must I sing so low just to get so high? I can't purge myself of demons and I don't know the reason why My heart feels like a battlefield,

to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield

still yield to our swords and spears, no matter how it sparkled. The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus, battle-scarred from his campaigns

a fight to surivive In our struggle we'll thrive Like warriors to a battlefield To no other fist will we yield This fight's been hard, this fight's been long But bruised and scarred

Dawn breaks on the battlefield And all the morning mist lays heavy on the ground And the silence is like thunder As the enemy prepares another round