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INTRO Em Em Lil Mark get shot, Lil Reese and them Em Little niggas, it's hard to find peace in them Em Chiraq, they say it's Middle Easterin' Em Put your flames in the air for the deceased to them Em Young soldiers who never got to become older Em Dogtagged in the body bag Em Police kept the knot he had Em Plus he had weed in his system Em Never knew at 13 they could enlist them Em Momma kissed him, body was colder Em She was shaking, I tried to hold her Em Tears on my shoulder, he was supposed to Em Be going to his junior year, this is his funeral year Em Paul-bearers, all looking like kids Em Some faces show anger, some show tears Em No moustaches, no beards Em Probably had the same aspirations as his Em On a mission, staring in the distance Em It never stop like the muslims and christians Em We under-21 gun salute them Em Just to go back and salute them Em I'm talkin' bout war [HOOK x2] Em To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas Em Real hittas who ain't got no feelins Em There's a war goin on inside, no one is safe from, goin on Em Going on, there's a war goin on inside, no one is safe from Em Or can escape from, take one wars from the same place that hate from Em Gang wars used to be about the nations Em Now it's cliques with clips and hittas is missing Em They hit the innocent now they families miss him Em Death do kissed him, in his last breath he wishing Em But no option so he assume position Em It don't stop, hittas killin women and children Em Angels cried, that's supposed to be God's decision Em Collisions of cliques named after rap groups Em Except wearing Jordans instead of black boots Em Black troupes trade war stories reminiscent of glory Em Walk the walk of those before me since I was a shorty Em Seen slugs and drugs and unemployment Em Terror town y'all was my first deployment Em The life of a soldier ain't nothing to toy with Em I'm livin' in this shit while the world exploit it [HOOK x2] Em To all the killas and the hundred dolla billas Em Real hittas who ain't got no feelins Em My basic training was aiming Em Hustling, banging changing niggas up Em Cause of what they did to us Em Nigga, I don't give a fuck Em It's do or die in the Chi Em And I ain't lived enough Em Hoping for some visitors Em Of war, I'm a prisoner Em Politicians they did enough Em Want to get rid of us Em Hopped in the back as soon as the shots hit the truck Em Looked at my son I could see his soul Em Shot and killed at three years old [INTERLUDE] Em War, war, war, war! Em We are at war! [Outro] Em We came up of this concept, Nobody Smilin Em And uh, all the violence that was going on - it was happening in Chicago Em It's happening in the inner cities all over America Em I said "Nobody Smiling" but it's really a call to action