War

Leaders with their corruptive works
Terrorists equipped with swords
Militants armed with guns
Youth given jobs
To spit hate-filled words
Their pocket is stuffed
with 50 bucks
Their nose 's stuffed
with hyping drugs
Now their runs is on
Houses burned
Street filled with blood
soldiers left to rot
When all the damage is done
People start screaming war
Sure,
we no go 'gree, yea, we will not
Yes because
at the end of it all
innocent 's cuffed
And the real culprit is undisturbed
God! When will all this stop
When will the table turn
What an unbalanced world