I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh The way we've always done before My hands are tied It feeds the rich while it buries the poor I don't need one more war Look at your young men

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

Yesterday is dead and gone Shaking the cage Heed our war cry Let there be no doubt This is reckoning day Rattling the chains We want out We are standing in the flames Reaching for the sky

On a warm San Franciscan night This following program is dedicated to the city And people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city This is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly

And these wars, they can't be won And on and on United States! You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reins Nothing will change

This means war With your creator Burn like a slave Churn like a cog We are caged in simulations Algorithms evolve Push us aside and render us obsolete

Can we help them break away? Is it time to make the change? Are we closer than before? Are we profiting from war? It's time to make a change (Time for change Fight the fear Find the truth Time for change)

So when you see me nigga You better holla at me You better beware where you lay Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me We better not find where you stay Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row They try to playa

And you are mine You left me speechless I remember how it all started Feeling warm 'til the summer was over And our little lives, it felt so big then We're only reaching stars And I am a big black sky And you said to me

Midway (Display their mind, ordering carriers, admirals at war) We'll meet at midway (To win the fight, tactics are crucial) Naval war Far from shore, a Pacific war Bombs are falling from the skies It's a bomb-run day, it's the naval way A blood-red sun