Looking outside of my window, seein the 3rd world war
Too many bombs, dead's bodies, kids's blood on the
playground floor
The people who start it don't even care
They sit in the back, lettin us breath all the dirty smooke
in the air.
One more victim, people stop count
It's just 1 more to add to the huge amount
Guns with no mercy shot at every1 who stand by
Air bombs strikes fallin but people stop cry.
A lighten spark , another bullet just got dropped
It's hard to say it but the hate refuse to stop