Friends Are Calling - Living Legends

The pieces… of the puzzle

We strive to arrive to get by ??

way to stay alive to stop the madness

The killing, the war

We never stop

But we all perish in a fire that burns in a???

Come out and play

Friends are calling, yelling from the street, telling me to come out and play

Bombs are falling, mom’s in the street, yelling out why’d my son have to die

today?

The maker the owner

They make it they’re own

Symbolized out with a pinnacle principle

Look at the general ??

crisis driving

Witness war under a microscope

The whore of a ??

Make the karma unbearable terrible tactics

Released from the nutsack of the beast

What that will increase from the time of death

Is the tears of a mothers fears filling lakes one breath

What does it take to make peace when the earths heart is filled with greed

I’m afraid for the continents with no concept of belief

Believe it or not I’m an anti-death individual looking for peace

Everyone out there knows the truth but some blind themselves with deceit

There’s a higher power

No fear in the final hour when the fire flower makes life

When a bomb shower comes, cause

Friends are calling, yelling from the street, telling me to come out and play

Bombs are falling, mom’s in the street, yelling out why’d my son have to die

today?

War is not the answer, human beings the cancer

Killing in the name of love makes you God’s bastard

In a world full of monsters how can we survive

The good in a man’s soul, how to break the mold

How to take the cold, how to unbold the hate and hell

How to rebel against the devil with one fell swoop

How to unravel the babble in Babylon-brook with battling

How to travel the earth spreading the truth with my family

If hip hop is my answer am I teaching or preaching

Am I reaching in the wrong direction of speaking the truth ??

up this life I

occupy

Did we miss the first session of God’s lessons to live

By killing off the populace for differences so similar

It don’t make sense my man

Friends are calling, yelling from the street, telling me to come out and play

Bombs are falling, mom’s in the street, yelling out why’d my son have to die

today?