This is my first lyrics. It's about the child soldiers and wars. Hope ya'll enjoy :)

Bitches declare war cause they ain't gonna be fighting there
Soldiers dying whyle only their mothafucking families care
Fuck civilians, kill em all, we can't loose no more man
And fuck these lil souldiers, that ain't my problem so blast on them
In poor countries kids teacher are the modern warfare gats
Nobody afraid when army reachs the zone they're busting back
Holdin a big assault rifle that is twice his height
And that shit repeats everyday till the day he die
And you tell me this situation is sad "thank god my country ain't like that"
Well take a look again, match all the facts
Now tell me: doesn't it look familiar? well, it should
Cause it's exactly the same quotidian of the hood
Same mentality, same age, same reason for their fight
Different kids, but with the same wish to change their life
The weapons industry has never produced so many straps before
Now I think that's hard to hide that we're living war

Brothers die, caskets are roughly beeing multiplied,
families cry, but no one knows why
don't wanna die? so Homie you'd better get strapped,
because we live like that, but they ignore...
We live a mothafuckin war

Society blame the poor, but these aren't who ya'll should fear
Cause I can't see no beggar throwing chemical bombs round here
Tell me conflicts became acceptable, i'll always disagree
watching my homies bleed still is sickness for me
Lots of countries and states in war, tell me for what?
Government spends money in straps then ask why do we rob stores
Nobody can be trusted in this crazy life
Not even justice is honest, we don't even have our rights
Add some more facts and congratulations! You have created a thug
With Glocks on his waist, ski mask and a sack full of drugs
But you gotta get up, use your brain to learn some
knowledge: that makes the difference, with a gun you're just one
But you tell me this way you'll get respect, so what can i do?
I have been watching for years the same "deja vu"
You're gonna be driven-by, sorry mother, i ain't gonn cry
Warned your kid lots of times: stop this shit or you'll die

Brothers die, caskets are roughly beeing multiplied,
families cry, but no one knows why
don't wanna die? so Homie you'd better get strapped,
because we live like that, but they ignore...
We live a mothafuckin war

All i want is some peace! The freedom of knowin that i can
Get outta my home without worrying bout no beef with police
Things are really strange, there aint no love
The only time we chill is when we see another brother laying under dirt
So ain't nobody we can really trust
And we gon still say fuck the police while police say fuck us
They beat an innocent, let his blood flushin
Screamin on the floor, convulsing feelin tha concussion
So now I gotta sleep with my AK
Cause in this world at war that's the only way of beein safe
So if someone get in my home I'm gonna strafe
And make another mother cry lookin at her son's disfigurated face
But that's an everyday's fact
Nobody cares if another brother is beeing capped
Cause life got to go on
That's the world war III, some shit worst than 70's vietnam
We livin a war

Brothers die, caskets are roughly beeing multiplied,
families cry, but no one knows why
don't wanna die? so Homie you'd better get strapped,
because we live like that, but they ignore...
We live a mothafuckin war