Chyno Fight Or Flight
[Verse 1]
Is it Fight or is it Flight?
Exile! "Get the f..ck out"
This X-files. Skullies get knocked down
Like "Let's fight"! Being home sick got me less nice
Euro trip got me feeling
You can't quench your thirst with ice
Let it melt. This heat inside
Made me leave home, but i'll circle back
If i'm left without my rights
So, so. You fixing that back?
Oh, oh. You chiropractic?
No, no. Just wishing that Sham
Take notes from what Cairo practiced
When I say sham, I mean Damascus
By "sha'ab", I mean the masses
Is in a sham when the media ban
Covers up what happened, and...
"You don't know what the f..ck is going on"
So i call back home
"But Pops can't tell you on the phone"
That's Boston crab, that means
Everybody tapped, assets frozen
Relatives kidnapped, ransom paid
But still he ain't back, cash is gone
International sanctions, can't withdraw
War, War, that is War!
Tanks and guns right at your door
Enough little boys to win your war
Enough little girls to have some more
We don't want more
Because that's not pure
We need baptism
With Zam zam water
Let's have some order
Could i get some freedom and
Could i please get peace with that
Without you tryna get a piece of that?
Can i get a piece of mind?
Can i get some sleep with that?
No rest for the wicked till
I have my dreams come back
[Verse 2]
Is it fight or is it flight?
Exile!, Are you in?
Leave it all behind you and R-U-N
Arguing, "Are you men?"
Are you if you
Stay home get strapped with arms and then
Boots on laced up, like army men
Move on next block, an apartment gets
Shot up, so what if they are your friends?
Excuse me sir, they were you friends
Keyword is "were". When the war begins
You take up sides, when bridges burn
Can't make amends
"We'll pay for this". Plenty sins
Too many sins, no innocence
To replenish this, two words
To distinguish this
"Exodus, Genesis"
Ironically, "Old Testament"
"Coincidence, Estimates"
"Conspiracies, Evidence"
Don't take much to start these kids
Donate guns and promises
Home made bombs and lots of shit
That go "Prapraprapra", and start a
War, War, that is War!
Tanks and guns right at your door
Enough little boys to win your war
Enough little girls to have some more
We don't want more
Because that's not pure
We need ablution
With holy water
Let's stop the slaughter
I think we need to fast
Can I please eat halal
Without you tryna put beef with that?
Can I see the greener grass?
Can I eat some cheese on that?
No picnic for the wicked until
I get to feed my fam