Hey Joe
Just Say NO Posse"Choral" Version | |
EHI JOE Mi son preso lo zio Sam sulla schiena per dirgli queste cose qua. Tento di dirgli cos’è giusto, ma lui non ascolta. Lui tenta di colpire e mi minaccia perché mi sottometta. Ma io continuo a lottare, e non mi arrenderò, per quello che penso sia giusto. Lotterò fino alla morte per dire alla gente la verità su di te. Più ti mascheri, più io ti smaschererà. Ora è il mio turno di prendere posizione, e lo faccio. Voglio combattere per il resto della mia vita per salvare qualche migliaio di vite. Mi rifiuto di combattere una battaglia per qualcosa che ritengo sbagliata per un po’ di terra, di petrolio o di uranio. Quando guardi la TV vedi quello che ti vogliono far vedere. Le bugie e le falsità che usano per ingannarti. Ma quando apriremo gli occhi e smetteremo di essere così ciechi allora vedremo la verità dietro quelle menzogne. Canto questa canzone per tutti i soldati laggiù che combattono una guerra per un governo che se ne frega. Se vivi o muori, non importa finché teniamo al potere questi signori della guerra. Ma quando resisteremo e rifiuteremo di combattere forse la gente vedrà la luce. La pace sta nelle profezie, ma noi dobbiamo crederci. Allora potremo fare una differenza efficace. Ripeto: non combatterò per qualcosa di sbagliato. Spero di salvare la vita di vostro figlio scrivendo questa canzone. | HEY JOE Quadlisha Cahir aka Carver Hill's RAP 1 An entire lifetime of being used you send me to war with no clues, make me the enemy for simply voicing my views. We ain’t all green. There’s flesh in-between these BDU’s. I am what I choose, Can’t be controlled, conformed or confused. You want to fight terrorism, what about your "boys in blue"? Do you plan to bomb the Klan too? I didn’t think so. If minorities mattered you’ve have acted after they bombed in Africa. Lives burned reduced to ash. Before you wage war, check your reflection in a glass. Now we say it’s not about Muslim religion, oh isn’t it? If these cats was christian would we mention it? Dark-skinned men and women stoned in the streets. I’m only american when it’s convenient. Does God bless me from sea to shining sea? You ain’t never seen your relatives hung from a tree. That right there, is the reason we can’t agree ! ! ! MC SIDEBAR aka Tim Gray’s RAP: I've had Uncle Sam on my back for telling him that's that. I try to tell him what's right but he doesn’t listen. He tries to beat and threaten me into submission. But still I fight and I'm not going to give up for what I think is right. I'll fight until the day I die to tell people the truth about you. The more you cover-up the more I'll uncover you. Now its my turn to take a stand and I am. I’m willing to fight for the rest of my life to save a couple thousand lives. I refuse to fight a fight for something I believe is wrong for some land, oil, or some uranium. When you watch your T.V., you see what they want you to see. The lies and untrue facts they use to deceive. But once we open our eyes and quit being so blind then we will see the truth behind these lies. I sing this song for all the soldiers out there Who fight a war for a government that doesn’t care. If you live or die it does not matter as long as we keep these warlords in power. But once we stand and refuse to fight. Maybe then people will see the light. Peace is in the prophecies but we must believe. That we can make a difference that we can succeed. I repeat I will not fight for something that is wrong. Hopefully I save your child’s life by writing this song. Quadlisha Cahir aka Carver Hill's RAP 2: Children cry in the aftermath of a witch-hunt. From the ashes a new kingdom. Afghanistan. Your president is a puppet for my country’s "up and coming". Hypocrisy at its finest, greed is timeless and I love it. ‘Cause these motherfuckers do spin a lie to make Democracy twist. Now you’re dealing with Saddam, talk about the fan being covered in shit. Maybe Bush blew these motherfuckers straight they crib and still can’t say if Bin Laden’s been alive, let alone where he live. I’m out the yard now, Grrrrr!! Story soon to be copywritten, published and digitally mastered. So while ya’ll bastards is dropping bombs in Iraq, I’ll be dropping dimes on ya’ll asses. At home in my drawers with a blount in my jaws, on the porch torching my BDU’s to ashes. Cause Uncle Sam like pointing fingers. Here have this. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Carver Hill, the 40th’s favorite Nigger. You couldn’t kick me out the Army Cause my ball’s was bigger. It’s funny what JAG and an unedited interview can do. Make the entire Chain of Command sit up. ooooh, that’s true. Matter of fact, 40th Engineer Battalion, Screw You ! ! ! Tonya Tarver Summers' Refrain: Caught up in the System, all God’s children. Society’s victims trying to pull through. Looking for a wayout, searching for some answers. The clock is ticking faster towards a world disaster. Praying to the master on a daily basis, Set us free, Set us free, Oh lord Set us free ! ! ! Carver Hill: You throw your hands, I throw may hands and if you feel like me, then we'll all get down. Ras Abraham: Just like Joe, Killing the People in the Name of War. Darnell Stephen Summers: Where ya going, why ya killing and bombing in Afghanistan? |