Salute (FT.Beemeister)

[Background]

 

 

yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, uh-huh, oh yeah, yeah,

 

 

[Chorus]

 

 

We salutin', our brothers out there shootin'

 

dyin for our lives, damn man, the ultimate sacrifice,

 

we try to act like we've been through the same strife,

 

but in the end never pay the same price,

 

give a hell ya to all the guys out on the line. [X2]

 

 

[XERO]

 

 

all around this town people left, right, up and down.

 

so poor they gotta holla to each other every time they make a dollar,

 

cause help hasnt been around,

 

since they took the vow to settle down,

 

and theres nothing darker,

 

than the soldier in the corner lying starving on the ground,

 

but he refuses to be a martyr, so he grabs another round,

 

he wound up in the body count,

 

we gotta take after his spirit, even if we only get a snippet of it,

 

then their other partner , oh the people that prospered,

 

wandered to the town, inbound with nothing but a hazard,

 

thats why you walk around seein' bodies on the ground,

 

and the martyr's daughter sees, falls to her knees, hits the ground,

 

it will be the worst sound, it will eventually resound,

 

as people come around, they'll gather and be proud,

 

of men who went and died so we can sleep safe and sound,

 

scream it loud: [chorus]

 

 

[Chorus]

 

 

We salutin', our brothers out there shootin'

 

dyin for our lives, damn man,

 

the ultimate sacrifice,

 

we try to act like we've been through the same strife,

 

but in the end never pay the same price,

 

give a hell ya to all the guys out on the line. [X2]

 

 

[Hook]

 

 

And if we ever out there, puttin' our lives on the line,

 

well get a hell ya, man we'll get glorified

 

what to do in the mean time?

 

why not jot down a rhyme,

 

put it in a post and send it home to your wife and kind child,

 

let em' know that your alright,

 

man your coming home, alright? lets fight!

 

 

[Beemeister]

 

 

The truth is.. We don't have guts to do half what they do.

 

Every day out there is like a voodoo hunting you down.

 

Wish they could just go back to town see their family again.

 

Instead they in dense gunfire ready to get pinned.

 

It's a war for peace, that's how I fantasize it.

 

Men out there get hypnotized by gunshots and explosions-

 

Describable motions. Body filled with aggravation,

 

got their hearts racin.

 

Someone shoots and kills but it's a sacrifice

 

Got country leaders pacin.

 

Cuz they afraid

 

to show their face around us why can't

 

countries just discuss.

 

But the way we have it at least it's sacrifice.

 

So we can stay in paradise

 

but it's still got me paralyzed

 

 

 

[Chorus]

 

 

We salutin', our brothers out there shootin'

 

dyin for our lives, damn man, the ultimate sacrifice,

 

we try to act like we've been through the same strife,

 

but in the end never pay the same price,

 

give a hell ya to all the guys out on the line. [X1]