Bed time story - power

Soda cans fly past the faces    
Of the forsaken while they hide in the trenches.  
In ocward positions with times feeling endless gun powder emits from the stick and fires devour a city of cowards who hide behind politics this is not an environment for the weak hearted this is the lions den, eye for an eye warriors out here blinding men, rise up or die bodies stacked high as a bean stalk,    
Blood outlines the image police dont even need chalk. This is the result of a cold war when it heated up, reparation was givin to races that never bleed for none, leaders desicate in their grave thinking their deed was done not knowing shit had barely chaged they just believed we won. Propaganda whipping the slaves until the evening done. Police men killing the slaves until the species gone. Work force forcing the slaves out and only keeping one. Jail houses holding the slaves now on the streets there's none. Music stores market the slaves like their the greedy ones. Other countries only see slaves they never see the struggle. That when the people huddled up like educations a must, train your babies to scuff. Culture switch is a must fuck promoting their products, lets promote building up. Lets promote the underdog clawing up through their mush.  Lets fight for our people die for our leaders thats when the sky started clearing giving them a sign.    
So they went to gun ranges,    
Learned to plant crops    
Build houses. Pursued education    
Turned hip hop to a tool that moved    
Every nation not the entire planet knew why they're hated.    
So when they decided to fight no body else interfered suppressor against the suppressed test what you been scribbling for years display your superiority on an equal playing field so the war never subsided.    
Even if its internal.    
The soldiers walk amongst you.    
The generals inside boxes.    
The battle fields a highway    
Side walks buildings and houses.    
Rebels siting beside you,    
Studying up in college.    
Its a war over power.