Four men reflect of their chance to better their branch+
Solemn stance triggered by regret,but now its outta their hands+
Four men shipped out thousands of kids to fight for a cause+
Back of bills say trust in god yet these frauds put um packed in bras
With their souls lost they try to wipe the blood off+
Four mens decision could have turned for worse or better+
Now theses lonely poor souls will wander the earth forever+