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Close off the borders
Until we sort it
We need some law and order
We got a problem
I see it clearly like vodka water
We need enforcers
Officers armed

Awaken on the field 
Blood filled craters
Shelling has stopped
Feeling lifeless
Surrounded by death
Visions of chaos
Sickening screams
Total

because if you ain't true that piece will come apart
The second one is your shied if you're faithful to God it'll be a force field
The Third is your sword

care for us with love and skill.

Teachers teach us how to read and write,
Firefighters save lives with all their might.
Police officers keep us safe

battle axe
Artillery prepped to attack
Trebuchet loaded and pulled back
Siege tower approaching sky goes black
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
The siege tower

We shall fight on the beaches
We shall fight on the landing grounds
We shall fight in the fields
And in the streets
We shall fight in the hills
We

Kiss Is Spittin

Nate Dogg

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery
And I got every hood feeling me
It's nothing like when a thug get

out across the land
Alliances at arms
Fear growing fervent in hearts of men
The blaring of alarms
Artillery spread out on the fields
Barbed wire laid

Kiss Is Spittin'

Nate Dogg

Kiss tha Game Goodbye [Clean]

2001

yo
Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery
And I got every hood feelin' me
It's nuttin' like when a thug get at you and spit thug

That make me feel so warm
V2
To add insult to injury
My words her field artillery
She had no medical history
I was no fairly warned
To make a short story

As a young boy I helped the old man
Workin' in the fields
And everyday, we hauled the hay
To the rollin' of the wheels
'Til one day the tractor laid
The old

poppin the glock
And the cop tails for the guerillas on the block
For skinny niggaz like myself, artillery shops as well, yeah

[Bizzy Bone]
(You think I

Officer
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why you wanna trouble me Mr. Officer?
Why you wanna trouble me?
Why

Spill My Blood

Three 6 Mafia

Chapter 2: World Domination

1997

to the trees, packed tight
With two some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop
In fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however, can't hold em' for

five times
When he's begging and pleading
Please spare my life I've got a family to feed
Notice me, no ammo and no artillery
Neck on your knee, this

shakes it off and makes some sort
of humorous remark about the horn to the gallery and they eat it up.

Champion: Let?s get the ball back on the field

We roamed the plains, free as can be
But then came humans, with their artillery
They said they were farmers, in need of aid
But we knew better, we

like sorry officer these meds strong 
And I lost another brother right here in this field 
I guess god told him it was time to head home 

See I been

In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong.
And where’er we go, you will always know
That those caissons go rolling along.

Over

Sweden's king!
Thy guard is seen on fields advancing
Old and young
Their lives for thee enhancing
With cheerful heart
Our arms we bear in duty

the October fields
They're in my line of vision
Border crossings and welcome signs
The officer asks what we plan to visit
It's bringing me back to a strange

the The Uffizi.
People mix and people move,
And others simple disapprove.
But how will your masters discipline you,
When we dance beyond their field of view.
Home

and artillery is unleashed
We hit the ground and we dodge the flying shrapnel

The world becomes a blur
Slow motion in effect
We try and take cover
What do they

and tactics for individuals in leadership roles or aspiring to become effective leaders. In this field manual, Jocko Willink, a former Navy SEcL officer