yo iam hitin the dirt of this corrupt battle//
shootin my bullets and givin the enemy a taggle//
storming the houses of these dam packies//
thinkin to myself that our enemy is lacky//
gettin pot shot 24/7//
but U hun them down givin them my number 7-7//
sittin in the heat and eating these dam MRE's//
but every day a close friend of mine is bleeding for his nation//
wishin I WAS home and livin the life of fear//
but I can not help but have a tear for the people//
taking the bodies and packin them up as poltery//
but the night of the raids the enemy got hell for their pay of the war lottery//
we hunt that bitch who was the terroist CIA//
but when we caught his ass he could'nt think of anything to say but wishin he was barring with the men//
so before u say we are not in the war for a reason//
all u are doing is teasin freedom//