05/08/2004

How many more albums does Maxi Jazz have to write

With a long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your stowaway's son or BBC 1
Dis-information is a weapon of mass destruction
You could be caucasian or a poor asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalisation
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Haliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

My dad came into my room holdin his hat
I knew he was leavin, he sat on my bed told me some facts son
I have a duty, callin on me
You and your sister be brave my little solider, and don't forget all I told ya
You're the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss, then I had to say goodbye
In the morn i woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though im only a kid, certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me, held me like I was made of gold, but left her in the story untold
I said, momma it will be allright, when daddy comes home, tonight

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

My story stops here, lets be clear
this scenario is happenin everywhere
and you aint goin to nirvana or favana
You comin right back here to live out your karma
with even more drama than previously, seriously
Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free
And we refuse to sleep, the people overseas are just like we
Mad leadership, amigos, unfettered and free
They feed on the people they're supposed to lead, I dont need it
We need to pray away, for the lord to make it all straight
Its only now we do it right, cos I don't want my daddy, leavin home tonight

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