War Ready

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
 Found a way to channel my anger now to embark
 The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
 God... with the signal clear as day
 Put my Glock, put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
 That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay
 Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
 That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay
 Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
 That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 War ready, your boys lost already
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 War ready, your boys lost already
 My bitch look like Mona Lisa
 Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer
 Think of heading to Ibiza
 Need a breather from the tripping
 Either that or my brains to the ceiling
 Bite the bullet, tryna fight the feeling
 Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit
 Ain't a thang to a G
 Life give you lemons, nigga hang from a tree
 Cold game all came in a dream
 Woke up feeling like the walls caved in
 Fought to the death, never gave in
 Write that on the grave that I get laid in
 Heaven, Hell, free or jail, same shit
 County jail bus, slave ship, same shit
 A wise man once said that a black man better off dead
 So I'm, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 War ready, your boys lost already
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 Born ready, war ready
 War ready, your boys lost already
 Learned the power of words when we was younger
 Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you
 Turned the African into a nigger then they hung him
 Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder
 Who the activist and who Devils advocate
 Or do it matter? Shit
 They only fucking with the rapper if the rapper rich
 Or got a platinum hit
 A chain or two
 Seem the music interchangeable
 Raging bull, what you headed for?
 Heaven doors, or hell below
 I write directions for the road to let you know
 Edgar Allen Poe
 Tried to warn 'em of demise and all he seen was crows
 Feel for 'em, words, we kill for 'em
 Leave the bitchin' to the birds, we still war'n
 Born ready, you boys lost already
 All in 'til the lord get me
 Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
 That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay