Ptsd

(We are going into Iraq to liberate and not to conquer Now if there are casualties of war remember That when they got up this morning and got dressed They did not plan to die this day But there may be those among us Who will not see the end of this campaign We will put them in their sleeping bags And we will send them back And there will be no time for sorrow We will grieve for them later) Before the forefront of rap now Background was warfront Iraq now Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown Most them boys aren't coming back now Thoughts of his daughter, coughing up water Still see him hunched on my lap now Sleeping disorder, still see the horror Don't get more haunting than that now This ain't no punchline for rap now This ain't no punching-in slaps now More post-traumatic in fact now Bear with me, what I'ma ask now Imagine we altered our paths now Imagine you all were like Zach now Before the court house, before the poorhouse Like back when you were with Ash now Had you a newborn, both of you too worn Both of you two gonna lash out Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would do s'um Both of you two couldn't hash out Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would move on 'Fore you would lose em' and dash out Go get your boots on, your navy blues on Have you a cruise cross the map now This ain't no punching-in slaps now This what you wanted, the facts now This ain't no stunting, no cap now This is my story, my background Bear with me, what I'ma ask now What if we altered our paths now Background was warfront Iraq now Background was warfront Iraq now This ain't no punchline for rap now This is the frontline combat now What if you toured and came back now Then you saw all these attacks now Police assaulting all blacks now How the fuck would you react now Same ones you've fought for, and went to war for Went and laid you on your back now (We're moving into the valley of the shadow of death You think there's a script for fighting a war Without pissing somebody off Follow the rules and nobody gets hurt Yes innocent people probably died Innocent people always die) This ain't no punchline for rap now This ain't no stunting or cap now More past traumatic in fact now Bear with me, what I'ma ask now Imagine we altered our paths now Imagine we all were like Zach now Before the courthouse, before the poorhouse After the War in Iraq now How do we sort all your crap out How are you suppose to adapt now Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown Most them boys aren't coming back now Most them boys, they've gone and snapped out Most them boys, they've gone and cracked now Most them boys, they've gotten cracked out Still the cops ain't gone and cracked down Still, you not gon' seat me back down Still, you not gon' set me back now Partner on the overpass now You don't blink, just hold your cash out Do not think you want to ask how You only think of your ass now I only drink 'til I'm blacked out Just to not think of my past now Can't sleep a wink, feeling trapped now Anxiety on attack now Can't sleep a wink, feeling trapped now Anxiety on attack now Know what you think must be whacked out He ain't no threat, he gon' back out He on the brink of collapse now If I'm on the brink, you all waxed now If I'm on the brink, got the Mack out Why you think I own a mask now Do not think you want to ask how Do not think y'all want to ask how This ain't no stunting, no cap now This ain't no punching-in slaps now Bury me under my trap house Grew up no Jerry, no Stackhouse No pot to piss in, but got called a piston By all of the Catties I asked out Now this hit different, it's somehow sufficient Since putting Baddie and Boom-Clap out Now they greet me with congrats now Wishing they'd seen it, they assed out Ain't no fucking pulling back out I'm fucking em' up while I cash out While I dash out, get the dash out No beef but nigga a cash cow My right foot all on the gas now My left one all on their ass now This ain't no punching-in raps now This ain't no punchline for slaps now Is what it is, life is short lived Far be it for me to ask how KWOAT (Mr. Bush when are you going to apologize For the million Iraqi's that are dead because you lied You lied about weapons of mass destruction You lied about connections to 9-11 You lied about Iraq being a threat You sent me to Iraq, you sent me to Iraq in 2003 My friends are dead, Joshua Castille You killed people, you lied You lied about W.M.D.'s A million Iraqi's are dead because you lied My friends are dead because you lied You need to apologize APOLOGIZE)