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W.A.R. (Wicked Actions of Reality)
- Early morning sunshine/
- standing on the front lines/
- dogs sniffing dirt just to check for a land mine/
- Land line tied up, phone calls busy/
- Couldn't get through to his wife in the city/
- Sky lights up but the fire ain't pretty/
- Bombs hit twice, soldiers dead: 50/50/
- Fourth of July 60 miles from a city/
- Forced to survive in the grime and the gritty/
- Portion the fight that he's got left in him/
- Hands on the gun but his mind's on his children/
- Hiding in the rubble, tucked tight to conceal him/
- Enemy sights pass over the building/
- The sound overhead fades out and it wills him/
- "Keep on going, get back to the camp, Jim."/
- He tried to stand up but his right leg failed him/
- He looked straight down, shrapnel had impaled him/
- Blood on the ground, as his sharp knife helped him/
- He carved out the metal and stitched it up/
- Jim was feeling pumped as he lifted up/
- Like he could go toe to toe in a fisticuffs/
- Adrenaline rush helped heal the cut/
- Dulled it out as he steadied his gun/
- Machete wielding punks tried to sucker punch/
- Jumped off a truck and started to lunge/
- He picked 'em off and he heard a grunt/
- He saw a fellow brother and plucked him up/
- Hijacked the truck that was stuck in clutch/
- Blood on the seat started pooling up/
- The drool turned red from the fool he popped/
- Praying for a miracle the oozing stopped/
- The soldier on his right had blues to pop/
- But the truck jackknifed and threw 'em up/
- Hit a land mine right away and blew 'em up/
- War is Hell, don't salute the Top/
- First sergeant too, you can suck my knob/
- You send a bunch of scared kids to do a man's jobs/
- Attacking innocents just to prove your gods/
- War after war, man it's all the same/
- A couple sick, rich pricks who like playing the game/
- A couple little nit picks so they bomb a race/
- That goes both ways, there's no cure for hate/
- I spit propane, I hope you feel my flame/
- We need Rogaine for the hairpin trigger finger no names/
- Who like sippin liquor and attacking old ladies/
- War is hitting public streets quicker day to day/
- Militarized police riding round in tanks/
- Toting AK's like a war zone/
- When will the world quit singing this poor song/
- Waiting for the day we can forge bonds/
- Every mind clear, every core strong/
- And we won't need law, so the court's gone/
- But the balls in the law's court so of course we can't/
- And that's how it is, so scorch your plans/
- You do what they say or your forced away/
- I just want a say before I'm old and gray/
- I just want a plaque so I can forge my name/
- So history remembers not to do the same/
- War is all around us, just pick a place/
- I'll give the date that a war occurred/
- Guaranteed, promised, you have my word/
- Just the message of an old soul that reps the 'Burg/
- Respect to the blessed that read this, word/
- You'll be getting on Santa's checklist for sure/
- Have a blessed day and come back for more! :)
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