Battle Cry... Ganah Massive... Original Poetry

Verse 1
They call it war
say people need to bleed for us
if u bleed and neva die u neva bled enough
man i'm sick of these evil fucks
got ma guns stuffed underneath ma cloat and it's
nealty tucked
in ma profile of secret files
mi got secrets pon dem secret spies
bout how dem act how dem seek disguise
some rich well paid stupid guys
wha fi choose how wi choose wi lives
but before another guy choose i I
I choose fi die cause when di lace in mi
shoes fi tie mi can't get a helping hand nor a new supply
that's why some likkle fly always lose to i
when if them poision the fruits wi refuse to buy
plus wi underground just fi lift wi roots up high
di reasons gettho yutes a cry
black man white god den u truth deny

Verse 2
it funny how gays have more rights than the poor
and homeless people get shown to the door
blacks no give a fuck about blacks
dem just think them moving up cause dem have a couple stacks
but when dem toe tag dem nah go have no need fi dem socks
nor dem shoes nor dem house nor nor dem benz
nor dem spouse nor dem fucking bank accounts just take it in
account ya ago affi give a count a di specific amount
a di people whe u help the yutes dem whe u aid
all the handles whe u pull when people hold on to the blade
so if u have the Ace of hearts don't play di ten a spade
and if u militant dwag u need fi link di renegade
di worst type a life a when wi living under debt
that's why wi networth no worth fi put up pon the net
A call to one and all come and stand up tall
cause if u play fi dem game u nah go eva touch di ball

Verse 3
wars fi bring peace mi no feel that in the least
still the west a bomb the hell out the middle east
christians swear to god dem not worshipping the beast
and wi representivities represent the theives
still wi buy dem goods and anything them sell
and wi listen any lie di tell lie vision tell
but wi can grow wi own wi can build wi own
build wi owna castles with wi owna thrones
but people a dead while wi a live pon wi phone
wi must tell some boy dem no have no talk inna wi home
when di pharmacies steady farming drugs wi must raise di yutes a thugs
but no fraid fi show dem love and above all else wi must kip wi roots above
and from a boy no legit wi no let him in the club
fi write wi own a script wi ago need ink
in other words money that the local people print

Verse 4
wi on the last leg a do the last lap
wi know wi outa breath but wi know wi can't stop
x does mark spot wi close fi find the treasure now that ganah have the map
and now is not the time fi nap
si di key a unity between u and me
but ano every man mesh so wi nah go all agree
only 1 from 23 ago meet up when wi meet
and the other 22 ago get beat up in the streets
dis one fi the rebels wi ago mek dem world shake
wi ago tek back everything single ting whe dem di eva take
si wi ballte cry loud wi a sing it from wi core
cause wi represent di yutes dem whe just cannot tek no more *3
Ganah

Battle Cry
King Anima
Awoke In A dream
Do you hear my battle cry blood?