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I never been on a railroad, as many times as they pass me by
I never crashed in the desert or seen a rodeo
I don't know much about the world wars
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
went by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam
And there's a boy from Brooklyn behind a gun
They couldn't send his daddy so they sent his son
(The
defend it now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Chat bout machine yuh tink a same ting mi sew
Guns dem save up from it nah Vietnam
we'll be saved by technology, over and over
While the cat next door spends all his time
Trying to think up new antisocial crimes
I said no, I said
a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery
Operation capture flag by any means
If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle
Walk into the store with
nights.
But his wedding band rests,
On their bedside that night.
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war.
He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming
paparazzi
Reload ya flash bulbs for the dead bodies
Severed bitches and human abominations
Lined up behind the velvet rope wavin' they invitations
One by
the devil's got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam!
You'll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope,
but if you can't the devil gets your dope!
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
fault it's P the exulted from NYC
You get extremely cut the fuck
Up by Scar thee
Who can't recognize? Do I have
To prove all the time?
And get up close
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old
And beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one
of Merle Haggard writin'
Okie from Muskogee to tell his dad's point of
View about the hippies 'n Vietnam, Ronnie felt
That the other side of the story
the dead, when God's on your side.
In the nineteen-sixties,came the Vietnam war.
Can someone tell me, what we were fighting for?
So many young men died,
(oh yes I do)
Listen, baby (ooh, oh baby)
I wished a thousand times
That we had gotten married
Before I left home for Vietnam
But then when I see so
Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
Or be funky like a underarm
And allow me to show how the microphone should flow
Now, competition bow, to me
Vietnam if you study history
What you learn is that
Wars are always accompanied
By lies wars are always
Accompanied by deception
Than it is to repair
Broken men
The mountains so high we wonder where to begin
The White man's happiness cannot be won
By the Black man's misery cause
back alive
If they don't bring you down by 12
They're gonna bring you down by 5
Well you came straight out of Tucson
Such a man among the mice
She
at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a forty-watt
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
All I see is drug deals, big wheels and feinds,
But any way they took East Atlanta back,(?)
Throw Atlanta Down,
Turned little Vietnam to a white
ringing up my area (oh)
Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 718's out of Vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I
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