Stop The War

Lennie Moreno

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Chorus:
Please stop the war
How much more
Are we fighting for?
What is it for?
Can you recognize
The truth from lies?
You can't ignore
The blood that's spilled
Have you no guilt?
Stop the fighting, the lying
The dying's too much
What more should we pay?

You got to stop the war
Cuz everybody's dying
I'm trying to do my part
But I see bodies lying
I'm crying
Why don't you let it breathe
I'm talking about the world
Why don't you let them leave
I'm talking about the girls
We got to vote for peace
And guns and killing cease
At least
Eliminate decease
Cuz we the one's
That suffering
And losing family in agony
It's all about the money
I can't believe I'm seeing
A population fleeing
I'm trying to give my best
A rest, a bless
I'm doing it with a text
So you can publish it
In a press
Direction to the Pres
You leave us to the death
We got to stick together
It's the only way to live
Just look and analyse
Some kids are traumatised
And what about their mothers
Trying to hide an homicide
And it's violent
It's time to listen
To this violin
And start a fucking riot

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States and us are mixing
The Middle-East is fixing
I'm texting
The more the dead
The more expecting
The more
They got the more
They testing
You disrespecting
Now listen up
I'm not the only one
That's really tired
Of hearing canons fire
Higher, politicians liar
Your weapons
Are your fast cash
Enemies got
Their ass blast out
We all cast out
Let's make a chain
We are hand in hand
And use your brain
And make a change, I
Feel in vain in shame
I really have a vision
Let's use it with precision
It's going
To take a million years
If I do this shit alone
If everyone in the world
Would put a piece
We can achieve
So we can all believe
Let's make a difference
This instant
Personify assistance
Persistence
I'm trying
To break the distance
And I'm insistent

Can somebody please
Do something about these
Innocent people dying?
Pleeeeaase

Battle is starting
Kids is running
People gunning
Everybody is fucked up
And blasting
Mommies holding babies
In their baskets
Daddies closing caskets
The blood is escalating
A thousand is estimating
And this is just
A small picture
Everybody look
I hope it leaves you shook
There is people
Losing family in agony
It's all about
The filthy fucking money

I hate you

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