Lyrics:
Money can't buy my soul or pay my way out of hell
I'm sorry son, the deals done, this car's not for sale
See in seventy-three my little me died in Vietnam
sampans floatings markets light of gold
All I know of you is the sights of war
A film by Coppola the helicopter's roar
One day I'll touch your soil one day
150 on my arm
While my niggas in the field like Vietnam
We them gods yea yea
Tryna bring us home, ain't no taking thrones
We encoded BYOT, gotta bring
scheme led by war-profiteering whores
Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime
They were throwing it away
Until they figured out
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
a reservation
And hope came, in the gun.
Oh yeah, he was flying,
Waiting for the sun to rise
Oh yeah, color by numbers
Waiting for the sun to rise.
Johnny did
a reservation
And hope came, in the gun.
Oh yeah, he was flying,
Waiting for the sun to rise
Oh yeah, color by numbers
Waiting for the sun to rise.
Johnny did
votes were heard
For what it's worth, that "democratic" election could be yours
Blinded by the Right
It's the beginning of the end
Now Big Brother is
Land Mine - Blew my legs off
Now I sit by - The subway station
Land mine - Blew my legs off
I ask for change - You turn your head and walk away
I
you'll take this world by surprise
Incarceration fatalities just a nigga reality
Know we moving the weight, just know we ain't burning calories
Only got
Between my teeth wiki leaks
Sitcom y'all know I can't sit calm
Yo sha mello where's vietnam atomic bomb
Nuked i eat you eat
You eat I eat but dude don't get
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
There's nothing really like a French blues
Blown by an unknown soldier in you
To all your regrets and you rouse
I'll meet you down there when I try
And do
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two
The nights to come were long and slow to go
Somewhere in Vietnam a 19 year old soldier walked out of a barroom
And he said, ''I must be seeing things, that
as Nostradamus
'Cause I ain't makin' no more threats
I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or less sick in the head, maybe more
'Got on a plane in Fresco and got off in Vietnam.
I walked into a different world, the past forever gone.
I could have gone to Canada or I could
system attacks
Indo smoke go in your lungs, like that
You get lifted, calm, and if it's the bomb
Taken away like Calgon, Vietnam
California, back
I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with
ain't never been to Vietnam
There's a bunch of our boys over there"
So, we went to the Orient, Saigon
Well, we got a big welcome when we drove in
Through
Turn to something new
Now it's killing you
First it was the bomb
Vietnam napalm
Disillusioning
You push the needle in
From life you escape
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
Turn to something new
Now it's killing you
First it was the bomb
Vietnam napalm
Disillusioning
You push the needle in
From life you escape
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
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