Letras:
Holy Mother Wars

't understand Wars are bleeding Wars are feeding Stainless steel houses With black platinum doors Hide from the killers The gamblers, the whores Wars....wars....wars Wars

it Whenever the world prays for peace Wars increase When I was little my mother would say Dear God will help you if you pray But where was he when my mother

And you wish you could hide, Maybe go for a ride, To some peep show arcade, Where the future's not made. A nightmare situation, Infiltrate imagination, Smacks of past Holy wars

can call us rap saviours..pharoas with a tongue sharp slicin through your radios..perfect.precicious of a shanghai night..fight battles scream victory.hang my mic.its a blessin..holy

's the 7 o'clock edition of the news, goodnight Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so

pound the streets with bloody heels Return tonight to battle for my home Steel...my guns of steel are rusting rot Mind...my mind is in the melting pot Holy wars

nation onto another, from one oppressor onto the oppressed. There is no more guilty party and inspiration than those books known As the holy bible the

neither black nor white I am a paler shade of eternity and what You can see From the depths of humanity You have let it loose The tide of destiny As I search for the holy

you follow ( word up, check this one ) Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six Same shit nine six the old and young switch Poor verses rich, wars