Strife

Strife (Hard-Driving Version)

(🔥 Hook)

Why it always gotta be some stress in life?

Somebody somewhere tryna stir up strife.

From the days before Christ, blood spilled on dirt,

Now it’s bullets and bombs, same pain, same hurt.

Words slice deeper than a blade in the night,

Everybody swingin’, but who’s really right?

(Verse 1)

Yo, I seen beef start with a look, no talk,

Next thing you know, somebody outlined in chalk.

Daggers in the back from so-called friends,

Drama like a cycle—it never ends.

Streets got heat, nations got nukes,

Leaders push buttons while they hide in their suits.

History don’t heal, it just keeps on loop,

Every era got a war, every clique got a troop.

(Verse 2)

I’m preachin’ raw—words got venom like a snake,

Once they hit the bloodstream, there ain’t no mistake.

You can kill with silence, destroy with a curse,

Sometimes the mouth put a man in a hearse.

We kings and queens, but we livin’ like slaves,

Addicted to the chaos we can’t seem to brave.

Everybody want smoke, nobody want peace,

We feed the beast while the blood don’t cease.

(🔥 Hook)

Why it always gotta be some stress in life?

Somebody somewhere tryna stir up strife.

From the days before Christ, blood spilled on dirt,

Now it’s bullets and bombs, same pain, same hurt.

Words slice deeper than a blade in the night,

Everybody swingin’, but who’s really right?

(Verse 3)

It’s alright if you love me, I’ll take that vibe,

It’s ok if you don’t, just don’t kill my tribe.

See, respect is the currency we never spend,

Instead we load clips, call it means to an end.

From the block to the boardroom, it’s all the same,

Clout, greed, ego—everybody want the fame.

But the graveyard full of men who thought they was hard,

Now their names fade slow, just a memory scarred.

(Bridge)

I ain’t preachin’ fairy tales, I’m speakin’ the raw,

We tear each other down then we beg for law.

We could build, but we rather ignite,

Livin’ in the darkness, still searchin’ for light.

(🔥 Hook x2)

Why it always gotta be some stress in life?

Somebody somewhere tryna stir up strife.

From the days before Christ, blood spilled on dirt,

Now it’s bullets and bombs, same pain, same hurt.

Words slice deeper than a blade in the night,

Everybody swingin’, but who’s really right?

(Outro)

Strife—been with us since the dawn of man,

But maybe peace lives in a different plan.

Still, if you ride with me, keep your heart intact,

If you don’t—step back, but don’t launch that attack.