text: Softly as if I played piano in the dark
  Found a way to channel my anger now to embark
  The worlds a stage and everybodys got to play their part
  God...with the signal clear as day
  Put my Glock, put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
  That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay
  Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
  That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay
  Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
  That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  War ready, your boys lost already
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  War ready, your boys lost already
  My bitch look like Mona Lisa
  Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer
  Think of heading to Ibiza
  Need a breather from the tripping
  Either that or my brains to the ceiling
  Bite the bullet, tryna fight the feeling
  Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit
  Aint a thang to a G
  Life give you lemons, nigga hang from a tree
  Cold game all came in a dream
  Woke up feeling like the walls caved in
  Fought to the death, never gave in
  Write that on the grave that I get laid in
  Heaven, Hell, free or jail, same shit
  County jail bus, slave ship, same shit
  A wise man once said that a black man better off dead
  So Im, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  War ready, your boys lost already
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  Born ready, war-ready
  War ready, your boys lost already
  Learned the power of words when we was younger
  Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you
  Turned the African into a nigga then they hung him
  Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder
  Who the activist and who the Devils advocate
  Or do it matter? Shit
  They only fucking with the rapper if the rapper rich
  Or got a platinum hit
  A chain or two
  Seem the music interchangeable
  Raging bull, what you headed for?
  Heaven doors, or hell below
  I write directions for the road to let you know
  Edgar Allen Poe
  Tried to warn em of demise and all he seen was crows
  Feel for em, words, we kill for em
  Leave the bitchin to the birds, we still warn
  Born ready, you boys lost already
  All in til the lord get me
  Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon
  That never runs out of ammunition so Im ready for war, okay