War 2

VERSE 1
I spit bars under sirens, not to sound pretty
Bombs in HD while the news throws emojis
Kids under rubble, your debates are polite
You count barrels while death runs business tonight
Presidents in suits play nuclear chess
Pawns made of flesh, but on maps they’re just squares
Speeches smell like hypocrisy and burned skin
Peace in conferences, war shipped with tracking in
CHORUS
Fuck the war, fuck their borders
Their flags soaked in cemetery blood and orders
Hardcore truth, no military anthem
When cannons speak, it’s always the poor who go silent
Fuck the war, clean hands on TV
But full of gunpowder when deals get signed quietly
Trash but awake, mic full of rage
No winners when the earth turns into a mass grave
VERSE 2
They call it “strategy,” I see lives in pieces
Ghost cities, mothers praying in weakness
Soldiers sent to die for empty phrases
“National interest” equals coffins in phases
Arms dealers rubbing hands in the dark
Every explosion makes their numbers spark
They sell fear, recycle hate
While refugees sleep on benches, breath freezing, waiting
CHORUS
Fuck the war, fuck their borders
Their flags soaked in cemetery blood and orders
Hardcore truth, no military anthem
When cannons speak, it’s always the poor who go silent
BRIDGE (spoken / chanted)
No heroes in the ruins
No glory in the mines
Just muffled screams
Under the boots of routine homicide
VERSE 3
They tweet peace, bomb at night
Lie live on air, then sleep just fine
War is filthy, but profitable in stocks
So they feed the beast as long as blood fuels the clocks
I’m trash ‘cause reality’s even worse
Every complicit silence is another burst
If calling it out bothers you, I press harder
My voice like an alarm in their murder décor
OUTRO
Not for East, not for West
For the living they leave crushed
Under the ruins of their promises
I rap against war — not to be clean,
But to not shut the fuck up while the world explodes.

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