Kill the Violence - Reconcile

Killing for less, you gotta dig, you’ve gotta time

And I reminisce, yeah

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

And kill it beneath

We got a ten

We gotta change

'Fore we are the next

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

And kill it beneath

We got a ten

We gotta change

'Fore we are the next

And I’m tired of these killings (Yeah)

Tired of so many murders

Tired of the jungles killing us by

Tired of these guns, yeah

Tired of these toasters

Tired of the jeans get killed by

And everybody told my tell, yeah

Everybody told my chariot

Ship that also faded got too stress and too much pain, yeah

Don’t want us as slaves, yeah

Please, save us from gang, yeah

Don’t want us catch a pain, so be slaves, yeah

Jimmy called a party in a home that got just rolled up

Everybody finna go cry and then, all of us got with chains, yeah

Loose gon' pray the different prayer

Tell 'em all the sanctionary

Strip off the resources, now tell me how you resonate

I’m promoting walking, yeah

Selling and praying down on awful

On the smoke left on the coffin

And it says how it sticks with struggles, got a chain, yeah

gotta pull up with his face, yeah

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

And kill it beneath

We got a ten

We gotta change

'Fore we are the next

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

We gotta kill all the murder and violence

We gotta stop all the killings (Yeah)

And kill it beneath

We got a ten

We gotta change

'Fore we are the next

Remember?

They told us that we would be nothing

Pain in the streets like all in the pool

Living and selling, how you gotta cope with?

All of these things, you’ll never win us

Uh, yeah, and everything holler

And the mother from the schools 'til the days of summer

I told the teachers: «Gotta teach you, gotta taste some»

Tell us: «Make it, but don’t own it»;

tell us: «Peace us!»

Yeah, yeah, I got a program

Yeah, yeah, we gon' fight 'em

Yeah, yeah, and they gon' rob it

Yeah, yeah, we gon' fight 'em, yeah

Give me Jesus, ain’t gotta choice in me

Jesus, ain’t gotta choice in me

Jesus, ain’t gotta choice

I just want to pray to amen the hell stuff

I gave 'em pay, they gave me peace, and gave my Lord against the violence, uh

Hey, y’all

This is what we need to move forward guns

We gotta be back of chasing for these guns, man

I only know somewhere out in the streets, bruh

21 years-old, man, stay on ace, just is like to realize to live a life and

drive a car and need a from a gun, though

No more poles at the trade shows, man

We need more opportunities out here, so we could all get eat and get more money

and bread, bro

And I won’t stop 'til you understand that it’s your brother, man

Why do you ever pull up on somebody?

Gotta understand, but it’s your though, man, it ain’t your half

We all have time to take the L’s, how many we’ll go, how many we’re gon' take,

bruh?

I’ll make you my enemy, we all 'bout to take the L’s!

Treat like slaves each other and put poor against each other

Man,, we gotta get swollen of it, we gotta keep smothering it!

How you gonna pull up on someone that lives what you live?

Dressed how you dress?

Play football while you play football and mama at the

school with your mama?

Same color of skin, same struggles and life?

And not command the shoes, bruh!

Why are you killing?

Why you are?