No Massive and crew, as we try to stay alive, we bring you Culture, new tunes, Gunpowder Massive, Ogunpon CFD Now you bingy drums, where it all started, another level I asked my mother, why do you cry? She said your brother, he just died Well I told him, not to go outside He said he had to fight, for his country's rights But don't you know that, my mother Don't you know that, he can't stop the violence Because the war is not over Until you can feel love, peace in your silence But I smell gunpowder, my brother's been dead ever since I didn't believe it, but when I saw him, I was convinced Two shots to the head, he was already dead Lord, I headed for revenge In the city of Marco Prince, screaming Brother, don't you know that, we can't stop the violence Because the war is not over Until you can feel love, peace in your silence But I smell gunpowder, Sire's gunpowder, L.A.'s gunpowder I wanna know why, Christians pray But it's still the same way I wanna know why, ghetto people pray And it's still the same way Good things come to those who wait I wanna know, tell me Good things come to those who wait Good things come to those who wait We wanna know, we wanna know, we wanna know, child People, don't you know that, he can't stop the violence Because the war is not over Until you can feel love, peace in your silence But I smell gunpowder, Brooklyn's gunpowder, Shaolin's gunpowder Uptown's gunpowder, Jersey's gunpowder, even in New Zealand's gunpowder Australia's gunpowder, Brixton's gunpowder, even in New Haven's gunpowder The carnival, anything can happen *