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SATE FT. D.E.V. lyrics : "Little Weapon"

Sate:

Define generations with lethal intervention


Make the connection


Peace through war just for protection

The question that's asked


Masked with politics


While kids split the 26 I'm bout to lose it

Four fifths through my quarter,


News hits, two youths with bullet wounds


Soon another four missin,

Mothers wishin for a knock on their door


see your child safe he made it home today


Thousands of miles away, they aint feel the same

Lay beside the faces they raised, eyes rollin back up in they face


Briefcase strayed along with the wires attached


bomb squads tasked with suicide attacks

Calm bong snaps provide fog that last


Strong ones past littered with memories


So little weapons past is past little league





hook


D.E.V:


Sent off to a foreign land,

but neither language understand


why they in combat,


they want back to calm naps with family, physical contact

show they kids how to use a baseball bat


instead they got gats hidin in barracks in Iraq


hope to make it back in time to take a snap

of their children throwin up the graduation cap


aspirations of annihilations in the nations keeps em waitin'


frustrating debating with politicians that be hating

and discriminating any evidence incriminating


the game they playin, the population that's eliminating


but we aint takin it no more,

no war, no sores, no more, bodies on the floor


blood lasts a lifetime, so when is the right time


for the mighty regime

to through the lifeline,

for the soldiers who risked his life for mine



hook

verse 3


Sate:

War torn eyes



War lord despise 


Cries from his own 


Tone so misleading



same time they speaking 
he leave them all bleeding 


Keep the strong 
Bullet in the chest for the rest


Preach this song
 Like the mess ain't its best



Tweaked and armed


Dressed in bullet proof vests


Freeze! gun drawn,
Trigger pressed, young deaths.



Adolescent souls told to move boulders


Flame to they homes an smoke till it smolder


Made to rage child's face but they older


Strapped with mags RPG on they shoulder



pillage a village prove to those that they soldiers


Living and killing these infants filling graves to the top


Feeling like millions people kneeling to Pray To god 



No ceilings in buildings just pillars made to be lost


Women an children illin for someone to make it stop

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