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this song is based on a soldier from the veitnam war ...PROPS TO TASH FOR THE MIXING
lyrics:
as every single day pass, i lose a little hope,
if jesus dont come, man im aimin for my throat,
cuzz this is war now, veitcong in my sights,
been here for five months, seen blood day and night,
this war i dont suport, but they say i gotta fight,
at the age of 19, nation sendin me to die,
freedom aint free, goverment lies and lies,
i like to see that mutha fucka, come here and fight,
i lost my best freind, my captin and my sqaud,
every battle that i fought, charlie get the last shot,
that flag on my shoulder, is the only hope i got,
am i fightin my rights, or just goverment ally ties,
but if im not mistakin, what happened in 45,
i guess savin the world, still comes with a price,
i got 50 men, and a hundred about to die,
when there family gets the note, ill just say its from you guys
i write my family daily, desribin all the hell,
i cant keep em worried, for the mission i wont fail,
defendin my home, my life and my station,
i salute no man, this hole is ever gappin,
for we got no support, from our home nation,
spittin at my feet, god they must be mistakin,
am i the enemy, i got all this false hatin,
aint never killed a baby, i aint never been a rapist,
this war aint my choice, and niether was it theres,
impearlistic communism, goverment mentally impared
millions have done died, have you got any care,
all my freinds are dead, so you can relax in that chair,
i aint no official, im just a citizin,
doin what im told, just like the other million men,
guess you couldnt handle, all this hell that we are in,
dont need no support, from a traitor ..i wish that he was here,
machine guns whatchin, snipers in the trees,
i whatched 10 go down, beggin on they knees,
they say we gotta pray, hope hes whatchin over me,
dont know my path, but i never will retreat,
got a m-16 laced with oxycottin,
either battlin on the hill, or smugglin drugs for proft,
i got greece on my face, and the enemy is still whatchin,
one wrong move, thousand rounds will be poppin,
sittin in the rain, my back against my homie,
heads aint in the mud, and its a lil less lonly,
i think hes got maleria, it just hasnt dawned on him
hes gotta a wife and 2 kids,
this presure weighed on him,
2 days later, the desiease stayed on him,
asleep at night, and charlie, did an ambush on him,
when will this stop, man god only knows,
no time soon, just whatch the jets go,
(hook)
in the time of the wars, i see danger (danger),
fightin for whats right and for my savior (savior)
cant you see the light in the mangor (mangor)
lord watch us now, and please save us (save us)
feed is appriciated
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