Well, it's daytime over here, it's nighttime over there, like a daytime and a nighttime, oh yeah
It's just like somebody bending down, whispering in your ear, it's like daytime and a nighttime, oh yeah
Called peace by piece, peace by piece, peace by piece, peace by piece
Peace by piece, peace by piece, peace by piece, peace by piece
I was born and raised in the U.S.A., I got the red, white, and blues, I cut my driver teeth in the Chevrolet
Wearing a black brothers shoes, patented in Berkeley and sugar red, baby in my neighborhood
A G. I. Joe in the yesterday, and a boy named Johnny B. Goode
A sweet potato pie and a teenage queen, a both on the flow
Be a radio and an M-16, and flipping on rock n' roll
It's daytime over here, it's nighttime over there, it's like a daytime and a nighttime, oh yeah
And it's like somebody bending down, whispering in your ear
It's like daytime and nighttime, oh yeah
It's time to take a breath in the middle of the race, somebody tries to sell you something
They say it's next to the best man give me a break, the best is next to nothing
When the line in the lamb laid down together, I know the main stand will be gone forever
But until that time when the rapture comes, piece of mind, better wear your gun
The mothers and the brothers that you're beating on the street, they are looking at you, like you are something to eat
And ever where you look it's the same thing, everybody looking just to get off hard
Something, you got to get off life, that's the main thing, anybody asking you what you're doing when you don't know
But your dream, and your rank, and your still not coming by, when the medicine comes
You better get your piece, cause you gotta to have a piece just to get some
Peace is the last of the ammo stash, that's the only way you are ever going to make it last
It's called peace by piece, peace by piece
Peace by piece, peace by piece, peace by piece, peace by piece
Playing on your guitar, fighting in the real war, everybody wants to be a player or a superstar
Spinning on your back, dancing on your knees, you gets no slack from the Red Chinese
You're dancing in the streets just to ease your mind, while Cuba is dancing on your behind
Living in Russia, oh my Lord, you gets no Social Security Card
You gets no Welfare, you gets no Food Stamps, you gets no barbeque, you gets no cash
There's no fried chicken when you're living in the work camp, you gets no parts of feminine ass
Say what? I said, you gets no bail, you gets no more laughter in the Communist jail
You gets no woman, you gets no chance, you gets no mercy, you gets no breakdance
It's just like somebody bending down, whispering in your ear, it's like daytime and nighttime, oh yeah
Like daytime over here, it's nighttime over there, it's like daytime and nighttime, oh yeah
It's just like somebody bending down, whispering in your ear, daytime, nighttime, oh yeah
You dance on your toes, you stand on your head, you run your mouth, until your dead
Sell your mama's fat behind, then wrap your mind, till your blind
Funky till the angels sing, cause sex and violence is my thang
I don't give a damn if you change your name, when your buried in the ground everybody's the same
Shoot on me, shoot all night, I can to do it in one shot when the timing is right
You can do the camel walk, you can pick the grid, you can boogie your woogie till your head caves in
You can work the mojo till your toenails curl, and be the baddest man ever in the civilized world
There's a finger on the trigger, somebody's going to pull it
Be a honky or a nigger who can rap away a bullet
When the time is right, you're going to hear the man say, you already heard the meat that you got to pay
You can pay with your money, you can pay with your life, you can pay with your momma, you can pay with your wife
Better flash your cash, with respect, cause a hard panic weapon don't set no check
But tighten up your set, clean up the machine, happiness is a fully loaded magazine
I got six fingers on my left hand, I'm gonna be the president's right hand man
Every fine man needs a CNI, I know he's gonna call me, I can read his mind
I'm a worm, baby, I'm a wolf in a flock of sheep, I'm a mutated string, you can cut me and I just don't bleed
You can cram the jam, snap the rap, you can lay off the minority welfare crap
This ain't no job that your eyes be seeing, but the nuclear war is a state of being, called peace by piece
It's a P.E.A.C.E. by a P.I.E.C.E.
P.E.A.C.E. by a P.I.E.C.E.
P.E.A.C.E. by P.I.E.C.E.
P.E.A.C.E. by a P.I.E.C.E.
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
(Peace by piece)
