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A Cadence to Arms
They promised things beyond my wildest expectations
Higher wages and a higher education
Exotic women placed in exotic locations
Which seems to me to be the only way of escaping my station
One stipulation
When I get home, they're gonna spit in my face and
Tell me it's raining, this ain't my invasion
Tell me it's not my place and, I can't kill the next man
But they don't know what it's like to hold a tec-and
Watch as your disease gets spread
Blood sweat and a combination of tears and lead
One wrong move, you get shot and you're dead
Now momma cries, she'll never see her first son again
It hits you suddenly, like a bolt of lightening
And coming to the realization can be frightening
You can only life free... If I die fighting
Knee deep in the trenches
Scents of blood spread through my senses
I stomp through the marshes with a senseless
Look in my eyes, this gun's my defenses
I'm drenched in mud and in a haze
Sounds of guns blaze the place
Gunfight, one fight... one life
I can't get shot, I can't give mine
Up, I rise, run, shake the dust off
Bust off a clip, then run off
Guerilla tactics, these guerilla factions
Blast back and don't leave time for reaction
Frame you like Action Jackson was the next coming attraction
They get satisfaction from subtracting
Your life from your limbs, fuck with your soul like ether
Either it's take a breather or let Jesus meet ya
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