MC
IZZY -- STAR WARS RHYME--
star wars the empire strikes back to attack
for what they got ta loose , a bruise
on the ego of the president and the residents
of the pentagon military de fence extravagance
undermined by the strife of an arab with a pen knife
prepared to take his own life
and everybodies home to roam
in da pain created by capitalist gain ...again
not an other war to score points on an imaginary score bored
by those who can afford to play da game...
a cia conspiracy it might be its hard to see a clear picture just a fixture
of media hype and tripe on da television no clarity of vision
is it world war 3 is this our reality we are livin in ..given in ...killin
in
each other..aint learned from last times crimes a gainst humanity
persistently exploiting the minority secretly creating a target for revenge
justification to avenge....a race war a religious war what the fuck we fighting
for
i seem to have forgotten
they say in da paper today that we got ta fight for the american way
of life...over consumption..environmental destruction...swet shop production
of da cloths we wear coz we don't care wot we got ta do ta defend the need
to feed da greed of the western world to succeed....
HUMAN SHIELD. ..mc
izzy....
an ode to the peace activist in iraq
fine line,
fireing line,
time to cross the line
that binds us together on the white picket side of the fence,
hence, in the name of national defence,
i would be a human shield
against the bombs we wield,
walk through a mine field with a child of iraq..
turn and face my own empire
would you kill me with friendly fire?
would it be an international incident ?
or just a fatal accident
perhaps a dent that meant
you'd think about the innocent.
will it follow me home
gulf war syndrome
D.U dust blown
straight into the lungs of a world
un furled into war
torn forlorn faces
at the fate of arms races
i am a general of the highest rank
they gave me a gun, gave me a tank
that stank of blood mine and yours
the young the poor's and broken laws
if i had a pot
i'd melt the lot
compost all the bodies to rot
then recreate an organic state
the molten metal as spade and rake....
so mr howard would you send me to fight
pat me on the back
say its gonna be alright
tell me who I'm fighting for
americas chance to up the score
this war
a flash back of 91
watching black gold run
at gun point fun filled pockets
of a few
well to-do
un-gentle men at it again
signing away life at the flick of a pen
as politicians lie but never down to die
do the solder ever ask them why
maybe in the desert dust
they might lose their faith and trust
in the leaders that sent them just
like pawns on a chest board thrust
into the killing fields why must
there be no justice
just us......
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