It's time for me to go for war To take shield at my side and sword in hands My head with helmet protect Put on leather shoes And a stronge horse mount
back to bring the thug essence Thugs commin' back to bring back the thug blessins For the lord where doin' to fight the wind Imma fight to get them all
to the wind - a silent scream Tearing at your broken heart Like a forgotten dream And there's a time for peace a time for war Wondering what we've been
of the lie The cracks of my skin can prove As the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire We?re going to start a war Your slogans a gun
place, just for sharing my faith My belt tight, shoes laced, plus a breast plate My war helmet on now I got my head straight The battle's on but the war
I'm a soldier in the endless war Chained down to the money whore I'm counting my days I'm jaded oh I'm gettin' sicker I'm going astray yeah faded oh
they all gon' test us The thugs commin' back to bring the thug essence Thugs commin' back to bring back the thug blessin's For the Lord where doin' to fight the wind
war I'm in thirst mode, I was born to react to the first blow Leave ya body in the spot where the hurse go Let the Lord sort 'em out when the wind blow
behind There's so much more than meets the eye Or what's going on inside I believe in something way beyond myself Like the wind that moves the leaves Lord
For what can stop this deadly war what will bring their end? Is it violence? Is is science? My thoughts are so unclear who's got the answer? The wind
then the Late penalty and then that wins the '74 cup Well, hit them, Lord with the Baltic Force Whack them, Lord, bones point, fully borne Stick 'em Lord
many a place, just for sharing my faith My belt tight, shoes laced, plus a breast plate My war helmet on now I got my head straight The battle's on but the war
eons ago, chaff in the wind, your life's gonna blow. Nothing you do, nothing can be new. What is good? What is true? Seeking to serve not ourselves, never. The Lord
and thunders pound The wheels of war are going round And all the walls are crumbling Shelter me Lord, underneath Your wings (Shelter me Lord) (Shelter me Lord
punish me with brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father
I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the earth dead Adrenalin (? ) cats be amped up for action Going to war
