Project I

Maaaane
A nigga excited as fuck
For world war 3
Deny a draft, peaceful protest
Reverse the MLB
They think I'm fightin' a war
Like nigga is this COD 4
I ain't fightin' no Germans
I ain't fightin' no Swedes
I ain't Koreans or peeps from the middle of the east
Nigga I'm turnin' weast
Show you the other cheek
The hill i'll climb so steep
At the top is victory
Fuck a cycle of endless violence
Promote the arts and get some violins
Or any instrument or paint brush
I know them strokes is meanin' shit
They say rappin' is just poetry to a beat
But without Construction
You endin' up in
Gucci gang land with all of the sheep
A real poet take the time
Write it down
Between the lines
Somethin' to say
For art I pray
War is black and white
But we introduce gray
Artists round the world balanced on a delicate tray
For all, we, and they
Leave our art to portray
An idea
A vision
A statement
We put it out on the pavement
Denied by you
But once it's out it's never erased kid
So sorry, not sorry, but sorry to say this
Can't participate in a war it'd leave me breathless
Or faceless
Before Trump start somethin'
This my signed affidavit



Credits
Writer(s): Quiet Swami
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