Written by Ripstah (Fareed Salamah), K-G (George Omulo), and Ramses Mechan
Performed by Ripstah and K-G
Produced by Ripstah and Ramsees Mechan
Vocal Production by Mike Sroka
Engineered and Mixed by Mike Sroka
Fareed Salamah, aka: Ripstah, Orlando, Fl – hailing from St. Croix, United States
Virgin Islands.
George Omulo, aka: KG, Orlando, Fl – hailing from East Africa – "Comes an
International Afro-Urban music ambassador."
HOOK
No more Drama,
No more Trauma,
Put down the guns and
Stop the violence, Stop the violence
VERSE 1
How many times do we got to say this
That in order to reduce the crime, we reduce the hatred
In order to boost our minds we should shoot for greatness
Instead of shooting at lives like an occupation
When you cocked and waiting
There’s people at home praying, asking God for their children’s safeness
Claim to be real but only endorse the fakeness
Physically free, mentally incarcerated
I’m aiming to reach the youth but they hard of hearing
Heading in a direction without no course or bearings
They say we couldn’t care less, but of course we caring
They say they got nothing to lose they done lost their parents
What about the father above, how could you’ve forsaken him
I’m taking the nation by the shoulders and shaking em
Drop the glocks, pick up the pen and paper
It's time we start acting like we free and emancipate us
(Repeat) HOOK
VERSE 2
So I stay asking God to bless us
But at the same time I stay asking God to provide his protection
On these streets all they do is provide aggression
Like as a youth they denied affection
Is my pride in question, If I rhymed to define a lesson
Why the oppression I just wanna get by the message
Of Marvin Gay and Bob Marley and my, predecessors
We as a people take for granted what we hold as precious
I try to make the picture clear if you
Pictured somebody dear to you
Taken away from you as quick as glance, it’s pitiful
How we stand in the dark, and we stray from the light
Its takes a Man to Put down the gun and put up a fight, c’mon
(Repeat) HOOK
VERSE 3
No more, Drama and pain
No more hurt and cursing
No more guns and robberies, people stealing purses
No more, sad faces no more reason for nervousness
When you walking through the blocks, street corners and curbs and
No more, pistol whipping chickens ya’ll need to hit the bird
No more, senseless rapping as if our words aren’t heard
We want more peace, less violence
Less guns, more fire
Yes I ya
My dream is to see us just shine brighter
(Repeat) HOOK
Outro: (in Swahili)
Let's throw away the weapons of which are destroying us
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