Letra de Guns Are Drawn, The Roots

Yeah it would be cool it could be too 
Stop Running round in circles off of what we fuel 
Living a lie eventually believing it's true 
A lot of people here for us one could be you 
It's outrageous and they just ain't nothing 
But save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors 
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors 
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers 
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's 
What you gone do when the poliece state vegin 
Well it already began but I guess it depends on what's really going on 
what's happening, huh 
Military target practicing 
They finna write another patriot act again 
The days is short the nights is long 
The fight goes on 
The pistol and the pipes are drawn 

The middle of the night 
We fight like barbarians 
In sight of the former might 
You might think that it's a waste 
Of our time 
And I think you would be right 
Till he drop that rhyme 

And some might say that it's a waste of time 
Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage 
We go to war and transcend space and time 
When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds 
You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama 
That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem 
Its like a game of roulette the barrel revolving 
They only wanna see us occupying a coffin 
Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving 
From trying to get over, get under, get even 
Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy 
We got to get it right 
It ain't about to be easy 
You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy 
Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely 
Pages of my life would make it hard to read me 
I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me 

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