to continue my fight for education
so i can maintain a decent occupation
not a drug operation.
So me and my homey
joined the army, the service
make dollars, “be all that you can be”
do some traveling, see the world for free
what suckers were we.
A year and a half has passed
of being yelled at, cussed at and getting gassed.
They got me by the collar.
is this what i signed up for
to make dollars?
and to make matter worse
they sent me to the desert
my homey went back in a hearst.
Stop the naked aggression
but the killing machine
as always it seems, has its collection of
jokers, misfits, has-beens and such.
but to the man it doesn’t matter too much.
Fetting caught like a fish on a hook.
Ya been took!!
A militant brother with a mind
the one of a kind the class, the mass of brass
does find to be dangerous
in today’s society they put us in “combats”
kill us all for free.
now if i shot a man today,
guaranteed life in the can.
take me a away!!
So where does it justify a man
with a gun and a salary
becoming the part of a shooting gallery?
common sense you achieved can be lost
not to mention your life,
at your own cost.
just like in chess,
they grabbed your last rook.
Ya been took!!
So now the battle is done
but the war goes on.
keep up the fight before you’re gone.
and what about all the casualties,
you think the man will give a damn
about you and me?
you’re a fool if you think so.
remember the last show? just say no!!
Yeah, you know we ruffled some feathers then,
and now we’re back again
with a new word my friend.
don’t be taken or your faith will be shaken
and whatever you hold true
will be fake and phony
just like the lie that they told me
“the life in the army is the one and only”
Guess i had stupid on my face
and the “judas goat” got me.
but that ain’t the case today.
the wool is off my eyes
and now i realize they was nothing but lies.
In the rear the copped an attitude
but then they had to cool it.
‘cause there were some crazy brothers out there
who had a bullet or two.
the brass knew it so the they put on a mask,
and took up the task to pat me on the back.
but who asked you to substitute
for my friend killed in wartime?
his chance for life is gone,
but i’m getting mine.
And as the anger explodes out my head
beside his graveside just to see him dead.
you were never there to witness his life end.
you give his family money they can’t even spend.
the grief, the pain and the suffering,
your dirty money can’t even begin to do
the lovingfor the feelings of his girl,
the feelings of his kid
you aint even aware of the pain that you did
and while his girl is pulling her hair
you’re worried about your quota and
getting another sucker out there.
But this one will be a little smarter,
use his wits to play a little harder to get.
but when the goat gets the contract keep in mind,
he don’t care about you just his behind.
but when you raise your right hand,
give him a look, the finger, and then book.
before you get took.
Contributed by Darnell Stephen Summers - 2006/8/13 - 12:30
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