Lyrics: Mahogany Public. Jali: Vol 1. Black Steele.

[Chorus: Singin' D]
War all around, War all around
War in the East
War in the West
War in the North
War in the South

[K-Riz:]
This is me under my bed
Thoughts be running through my head
If this nigga touch my moms
Then he gon end up dead
Frustrations at the crib that got me waking up my wiz
And I'm staying up past mid-nights
And I see them pig lights
Pull up at my house, I'm out
Go walking across the town
Cause my girl gon calm me down
But she lost me now I'm wilding, getting violent
Hearing sirens follow me
Hearings voices calling me
Every time I speak they silence me
Saying they heard a disturbance
In my neighbourhood like I'm up to no good
What I can't walk up in my own hood
Arrest the man touching my mother fucking up me and my brother's minds
We corrupt from the jump now that's a crime
Me and my girl argue all the time like moms and that nigga do
If them kids see it too it goes from me to you
Past down from man to child abusing those close to me
If you don't keep the peace then who are you supposed to be

[Chorus x2: Singin' D]
War all around, War all around
War in the East
War in the West
War in the North
War in the South

[Bigga Nolte:]
All I see is violence I really hate this black on black crime
Why we divide amongst each other when together we shine
It's hard enough growing up being a minority black
But if you think of me as your brother why you wanna attack
There is no need to react we the same people with the same struggle
It starts with the youth they know that we love them
They need love from their fam not love from a gang
That's why the youth start to slang and the guns start to bang (bang, bang)
I really hate this violence do we got something to prove?
So tell me why we wilin' it all starts from a family home
Broken fathers single mothers raising kids on their own
But we gotta stay strong
Don't need to fight just to make things right
Just grab a mic you could change a life
And speak words
Cause you can always talk it out
No need to pick up guns when you can choose a different route

[Chorus x2: Singin' D]
War all around, War all around
War in the East
War in the West
War in the North
War in the South

[Proveli Paragon:]
From Tutsi's to Hutu's
To African American's hating on pure bred Africans
It's still genocide cause we're killing our own kind
Children cry and they ask why Mama had to die
Because of a man that looks like daddy
Somebody's shaking hands with the devil
Innocent people die by the stray bullets from the rebels
The beauty of black people overshadowed
By the violence they constantly
Show you on the TV
That's why there might be
An aura of death when you see me
Crooked cops already tryn'a shoot us for nothing
So I never thought a black woman would call the cops on me
And now there's a black man at my house
Trying hurt me cause of money
98% of the worlds diamond supply
Comes from the Dark Continent
But we starve you shine
Blingin' at the club bringing guns to the club
Then you wonder why there's tears in my eyes
So many black people die

[Chorus x2: Singin' D]
War all around, War all around
War in the East
War in the West
War in the North
War in the South