[Amanda Diva:]   These words are written in blood, on red and white lines   Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries   Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight   And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at night   Underneath spacious skies where stars look more like bulletholes   And the haze of the clouds more like shrouds   I swear I smell gunsmoke, when I inhale too deep   Cause cheap lies have caused the loss of priceless lives   Bush is duckin the truth while the few and the proud dodge landmines   Niggaz is doin time for gettin caught with a dime   but he will never be indicted for his crimes against this nation   Impatient with waiting it's time we fall in line   and STOP, falling for the lies   The war ain't only in Iraq   It's time we fight back, for control of our minds