clearly i remember the special ops mission clutchin my state of the art rifle//
walkin the streets of baghdad full of fear prayin to god an his diciples//
wonderin an lookin for my enemy vividly, finger stuck to the trigga thinkin im ready for anything they'll b senidin me//
then all of a sudden out of the blue spring an ambush from the dark//
six taliban, heavily armed iraqi soujaz pull out gunz an then they bark//
some alien tongue n unison i dont no...but one of em speak english//
yellin get the fuc on the ground drop yo weapon an this shit'll b painless//
im blackin out....my feet an legs get bound,old potato bag hides my face to keep me from lookin round//
once to they place da bag reveals my once camoflagued face//laced wit tears, reality creaps in negatin any plans to escape//
im tossed n a cell with the only belongins b'n the clothes on my back//days pass on like minutes slowly my clean shavin face grows back//
time has no relevance to me, days pass an at nights voices begin to talk to me//
am i consoius i see visions of my wife an son only a shout away//with love that no jell cell or steel bars can separate//
my wife speaks kind words soothing my mental pain an longin//
but my heart hurts that my son is gonna hafta grow up without me//
da voices come back this time a little more demanding//
subtle then louder, "DEATH IS CERTIN" slowly my own suicide goes into plannin//
I not the enemy control my fate, my hands catchin my face, wonderin y i joined the army in the first place//
da voices scream daily instructin me to strangle myself wit my jacket sleeve//
but some kind of resolve keeps a hold of me//
but i begin to lash out at reason, and find comfort in my madness//
an hate BUSH for sendin me over here god damn that racist faggot//
my laughs turn into screams as the sun goes down//
feel like the walls r closin in on me, or chokin thinkin that a nigga bout to drown//
"KILL YOURSELF" my subconsious other yells from the walls of my mind//
suddenly i find the courage to end the pain stop the progress of life's line//
i tie a millitary knot from my 2 bunk-bed cot to stranggle me//
i usher myself to the hole in the knot and catch memories strangly//
a tears falls my inner madness is joyed that the pain will soon end//i drop from my cot ready to die but instead thrusted into the arms of family and friendz



i got rescued