A Rose Or a Rifle
Don't get it twisted just because my smile is nice
I signed up for the war not once but twice
When I went to Iraq I dodged death and it's stunts
but when I got home I smoked blunts and stayed drunk.
Now I can't sleep and I'm messed up in the head
I wake up having nightmares and I keep pissing the bed.
I talk in my sleep and I walk in my sleep
instead of counting the sheep I think of killing the sheep.
People tap me on the shoulder, I think I'm being attacked
So I a ball up my fist because I don't know how else to react.
I get really depressed, I never used to be this way
It's a struggle for a brotha to live day by day
Don't say you love me because you think you know me
if you got love for the troops then you better show me
I am 33 and I at least want to see 35
I don't want to be popping pills for the rest of my life.
I want to win in this game of survival
Will I live for the rose or will I die by the rifle.
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