Genocide - Mickey Factz

We not going to dance on this

We gonna think, yeah Guggenheim, It’s Mickey!

GFC, where my achievers at?

Black Apple

Let me lay it on the floor, lay it on the floor, why does it feel like we

staying in the war?

I voted for Barack to take us out the war, maybe I was wrong

Don’t wanna think that, soldiers are dead and we can’t bring em back

It’s funny how it cost money just to bring em back

But to leave them there is something they wanna keep in tact

10 years, 10 years, family shedding so many tears

And it seems like nobody cares, nobody cares

Everybody’s deaf, nobody hears

It’s a stained shirt that nobody wears

But right now I have a whole lot of ears

So I’m gunna roll out a whole lot of prayers

I had a convo, about the Congo

A 15 year war yo, genocide in the country is nothing but lost souls

So every day they mourning I’m like Alonzo

How about rebuild in Africa instead of watching civilians massacred

They killed like 5 million Africans, I wanna know now where’s the pacifist

And why we worry about hoodies, and if our kids ever gunna stop getting bullied

There’s kids that 7 with an automatic fully, anybody, body then boogie

That’s not fake, but that’s they fate

500,000 thousand woman have been rapped

Can you imagine, looking in the face of a 3 year old girl who was placed in the

place with her race is a race

Is she not wanted?

They shove sticks in em, who does this to them?

Where was America, we’re so spoiled

Looking for the oil that’s trapped in the soil

I thought we were loyal?

Oh but we are, we fighting for the peace in the land so far

Meanwhile there’s no peace in the land that we sparked

Cuz you can get a piece real quicker than a job

What happened to the piece of the pie, it’s gone

I don’t even see when somebody had a

I guess that piece was a peace that we starved

The government is lampin', Alladin, Jafar

Who did they pay off?

Who they laid off?

I think Osama, what a trade off

Look at Rwanda, no Adolf

They ain’t Hitler, to get sprayed off

Back to the picture, keep the frame on

I’m like Johnny Storm when he yellin' «flame on»

My soul on fire, fire, warm

Who is the liar, liar, uggh

Jim Carrey stalled but he’s not the one

I have an idea, things I can hunch

He’s not the shooter but he got the gun

He’s still guilty, we got to run

We have to fight, we shall

Can’t back down, we cannot front

The Congo was a peace keeping place

Up until they found the things that I want

Things woman love, put em on they neck

Put them on they ears, which makes em deaf

Put it on their finger for love, what’s next

You call it ice, I call it

See that conflict, is, is convicts, seeing bulls-eye like Kurt Thomas

We need a conference, where’s Congress?

To busy raisin' the gas for there Porches

And a fortress, oh what a blunder

The biggest continent is starving of hunger

I really wish there was a god of thunder

To hammer out the things that are going under