Groggy on the ring

I see the war forming, I see the blood of tears, So when I line my rhymes with a flow of fear, Words turn to weapons, to bullets I release, Spitting to the beat without mercy and peace. In this world in ruins like an horror scene, They sell us war as the wage of scream. But the blood is real, no movie, no more show, It’s children who are dying, and everybody know. I’m groggy on the ring, no referee in sight, No bell to stop this fight For the title, the hype to win I’m groggy on the ring, no referee in sight, No bell to stop this fight For the title, the hype to win My strike force is tribal, like trivial assault, Against martial speeches that corrupted at fault. They preach about duty, about flag and nation, But who dreams of execution Each blast resounds, yet nothing repairs The bodies laid out under hollow stares. Whatever the reason, whatever the plan, War turns human into animal But the blood is real, no movie, no more show, It’s children who are dying, and everybody know. I’m groggy on the ring, no referee in sight, No bell to stop this fight For the title, the hype to win I’m groggy on the ring, no referee in sight, No bell to stop this fight For the title, the hype to win I want to be like Neo, break out of matrix code, Where violence is branded like the righteous road. Let my music settle, not to inflame, But to crack the belief that killing’s a game. But the blood is real, no movie, no more show, It’s children who are dying, and everybody know. I’m groggy on the ring, no referee in sight, No bell to stop this fight For the title, the hype to win I’m groggy on the ring, no referee in sight, No bell to stop this fight For the title, the hype to win