Flortcha Flow - War Lyrics

Told Momma, I'm coming home
Hope she wasn't too alone
Left some bread at your front door
No need to come out for more
Told Daddy, pick up the phone
If he ever feels it's been too long
His words can't be outgrown
Till then I gotta
Till then I gotta
Go to war
Somebody's Grandma's waiting
For me to sit and hold her hand
That little boy that came in
Took his last breath in room 410
Single Mom of five is praying
That her kids don't go too thin
Sick or not her bills need paying
Can't discharge her now and I don't know when
Told Momma, I'm coming home
Hope she wasn't too alone
Left some bread at your front door
No need to come out for more
Told Daddy pick up the phone
If he ever feels it's been too long
His words can't be outgrown
Till then I gotta
Till then I gotta
Go to war
Death number 105
Use to work at Publix from 9 to 5
Death number 2,009
Use to sit with me and pass the time
Death number 40,008
Never got the chance to graduate
We're more than numbers and dates
Can't kill our dreams
Can't take our names
Told Momma, I'm coming home
Hope she wasn't too alone
Left some bread at your front door
No need to come out for more
Told Daddy pick up the phone
If he ever feels it's been too long
His words can't be outgrown
Till then I gotta
Till then I gotta
Go to war
We're more than numbers, you know
Hoping to see tomorrow
Not here to put on a show
Just calling it like I see it
Death number 105
Use to work at Publix from 9 to 5
Death number 2,009
Use to sit with me to pass the time
Death number 40,008
Never got the chance to graduate
We're more than numbers and dates
Can't kill our dreams
Can't take our names
Coming Home
Too Alone
Front Door