Some say I'm cocky, or over confident, watch me pull the trigger on my middle finger and not give a shit. But I'm payin for it. Cuz now I'm a lost cause. I'm the pieces of what's left of this man because. This war has got me ballin. Got this man fallin. Hate n fear runs so deep that I'm hardly walkin.
N now I'm sick of it, I run, cuss n hit. Hiding from the shit I've seen, the demons, they just never quit. Who will save the savior? Or even place a wager, on a man who comes home with such "bad behavior?" We're just broken men, who deployed to defend. N now were home n all we wanta do is pretend. That it just didn't happen. Close ur eyes, open heart, n start rappen. Got this pen tappen. Up against the paper. N for a moment i find some peace that i can savor.
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