War

We might go to war today
We might not
Others say its time to make 'em pay
I say its just rot
But what can I say
Am full of nervous laughter
Thinking of the situation
Try to picture the disaster
That has come in the form of destruction

It's all good it's all good
That's what people think
But we're in the real world
Not in the friendly neighbourhood
And before we blink
We could all be shedding blood

Pardon ma thug poetry (2Pac)
But realistically its time to face the truth
This is reality
Unfortunately it's about to give me a troubled youth
1 o'clock is the estimated time
For bullets and bombs to start reigning
Am lying here feigning
I guess I better start praying

It's funny
How when we're in trouble
We stop acting crazy
And go back into our little bubble
Remember that there really is a God
And He is someone we can talk to
Not just some wood carved into a rod
But a spiritual being for me and you

Only God knows
What will happen tonight?
And what the future holds
So as you sit in fright
Think about your life
What have you achieved?
Has life been worthwhile or full of strife?
Or something you just breathed?