READY FOR WAR

READY FOR WAR I’m ready for war… Not flesh and blood—these are demons in suits, mothafuckers in ties, Playing gods with a pen while kids starve and cry. This ain’t rap… this divine decree— Almighty fingerprints on every word you hear from me. Let the streets listen… let the heavens witness… We rise for orphans, for hunger, for souls choking in darkness. Let the third eye open… Ready for war. --- 🔥 VERSE 1 (Deep, slow drill, prophetic fire) I walk with the scars of a thousand forgotten cries, Blood on the flags while the leaders rehearse lies, Mothafuckers sign deals but they don’t see the children die, They sipping gold wine while my war kids survive. I’m the echo of the trenches, voice of the broken city, Where hunger eats bones and mercy shows pity, I carry souls on my shoulder like a cross in the storm, Divine messenger—rebirth in human form. Third eye wide open—saw the world bleed slow, Mothers praying over bodies that never got to grow, Fathers digging graves with hands colder than snow, And politicians smiling like “that’s how the cycles go.” Nah… not on my watch, I’m the light in this scene, Proclamation of God through a warrior’s dream, Every rhyme loaded heavy like a spiritual machine, Cutting demons out the system like a surgical beam. In the slums where hope died, I bring breath back, Turn tears into weapons, build soldiers from lack, If the Almighty sends thunder, I’ll deliver the crack, I’m a street-born prophet—never turning back. --- 🔥 VERSE 2 (Aggressive, heavy, war drums) Ready for war with angels marching at my feet, In a world full of mothafuckers who drained the heartbeat, They like to watch hunger burn while they sit in elite, But I spit fire for the orphans who got nothing to eat. This is God on a megaphone, divine on the doorstep, Breaking chains off souls like spiritual force reps, I’m feeding the poor with bars, breaking fear in the cortex, Saving souls with rhymes—this is heavenly warfare. Leaders play games with my kids like they poker chips, Dropping bombs of neglect from their diamond ships, But my words hit harder than apocalyptic clips, Cutting corruption veins—split lies at the lips. I’m the voice of the forgotten, the shield of the weak, The roar of the wounded lions who refuse to retreat, My orphans march tall though the trenches are deep, And every line that I spit is a promise I’ll keep. See, I’m chosen… blessed… third-eye fully risen, I walk free though the world tries to build me a prison, Trapped souls cry out but nobody listens, So I turn every verse into holy ammunition. --- 🔥 VERSE 3 (Longest verse – carries last half of beat) I speak for every hungry child praying before sleep, Hoping tomorrow delivers something they can keep, While mothafuckers take billions and bury secrets deep, We walk barefoot through hell but still climb every peak. This is more than a campaign—this is global redemption, A divine intervention, the Almighty ascension, We breaking systems, exposing deception, Turning pain into power—holy resurrection. I seen kids with empty stomachs still share the little they hold, While grown men with seven cars, seven mansions, seven gold, Have hearts colder than shadows and morals already sold— But my mission is eternal, carved in scriptures of old. Feed the hungry. Lift the dying. Save a soul from the night, Stand beside the hopeless and turn demons to flight, If darkness owns the city, then I’ll become the light, A warrior for God—born in struggle, raised to fight. Open the third eye—see the truth hidden behind illusion, The world is on fire from greed and collusion, But we’re cleansing the streets from corruption pollution, One verse at a time—divine revolution. So let the beat bleed, let the prophecy roar, Let every orphan know they’re forgotten no more, We’ll break every chain, kick down every door, God ain’t dead—He’s rising with us, ready for war.