("Peace") [continues throughout the song]



[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.]

World, wake up, can't you see what's goin on

We all live in sin and say the other man is wrong

But yo, in the '80s, this world is out of hold

Cause man hates himself, but he loves the battlezone

Ignorance is on the loose

The color of my skin could put my neck in a noose

Yo, my brain is haunted from the hate and violence

And everywhere I rock I see they take a code of silence

Said in the Bible that my Savior died

Yet other than me, they say the Lord has lied

People walkin like zombies, they never know

What they're doin,, what they're seein, 

what they're hearin, where they're goin

It seems to me that the nature of man

Is to abolish all the knowledge that he can understand

Livin with Lucifer, yo, you better cease

Cause it's all about peace



[VERSE 2: Bret E.B.]

Wise but still wonderin, all of the blunderin

My soul is drenched in blood and the sky is thunderin

Subject to all discrepancies

Is a man who chooses his enemies

[????] all the blessings or the color of his shirt

My enemy is chosen when a animal is hurt

The honor of the tiger can destroy the man

But he fights to the death till he cannot stand

Satan has prophets such as Hitler

We use human flesh to paint a picture

So many died, so many cried

By a German maniac, is to live out a lie

[?????] warrior magic of a [?]magician[?]

Producin death, the nuclear technician

Man disrespects his woman and whose mind is fair

Are the only ones who speak and show that they care

Others turn their heads and they say it's a shame

But they live in a [????] so tell me who's to blame

You're livin with Lucifer, yo, you better cease

It's all about peace



[VERSE 3: Bret E.B.]

In 1984 the devil opened the door

For the next 7 years the Earth he shall explore

King Jr., a noble man who believed in peace

Must've thought he was wrong, so his life had to cease

Hate is a necessity and love is a choice

Men are persecuted if they choose to voice

Their opinion, see, the world's so opinonated

This is fact, not fiction that I just stated

Don't know it all, but understand a lot

Boy is playin in the sand and in his head he's shot

By another brother who had brought the tool

He was robbin a sister for her dookie gold

Children subjected to satanic rituals

Run demonic ways which they make habitual

Spend a million dollars on a Super Bowl

Meanwhile a child is starvin only three years old

Classy anglosaxons, filthy white trash

Dancin jiggaboos,  high yellow ass

Seems that the world is so stereotypical

We turn on our own, that's somewhat hypocritical

You're livin with Lucifer, boy, you better cease

It's all about peace



And all we are sayin, my brothers

Is give peace a chance