Overtime (feat. ABDULLAH)

90's in St. Lucia, riding in a Suzuki

Shadows in the Tropical sun to play Kabuki

Stoplight in Castries, a gun, and a badge

Figure he wants a bribe, Caribbean Dollar cash

Mon frere, I need a ride to Soufrière, you'll take me there

Commandeered the vehicle, we're scared and unprepared

Yeah, with a gun between us brothers

Silent prayers by everyone for favorable outcomes

Yo, an hour later we're reaching the city limits

Dad completely sweat through his shirt, he's looking finished

Got the smell Petit Piton, the flash of chrome

Hoping we'll flag authorities and just make it home

Yeah, matter of fact, we think it's a kidnapping

But he got out a minute later, acted like ain't nothing happen

No rhyme or reason when you're living on this borrowed time

The angel watching over me is working overtime

Madison Ave, in the City of Maywood

The year is 2010 and I'm walking up out the hood

Typical scene, pedestrian, sidewalk

Heard a "fuck you!" in front of my vision and cross talk

Flash and the bullet explodes not five feet

Wide of my ears, ringing, I'm thinking my life is completed

Twenty feet behind me, another life was deleted

And the killer in the hoodie was a kiddie who receded

From my view, coupe or sedan, the doors slam

And the only sound stuck my ears was just "BLAM"

Yeah, the blood and sight splatter

"Fuck you" and gruff police chatter

My fingers betray the stress

And I'm feeling the blood rush, tightness all in my chest

Yo, no rhyme or reason when you're living on this borrowed time

The angel watching over me is working overtime

The angel watching over me is working overtime...

Psychologically, it's intensive...

The angel watching over me...

My heart is cynical...

The angel watching over me is working overtime...

What bothers me the most...

The angel watching over me is working overtime...

2008, I'm in Iraq and having a rough deployment

This combat tour has been nothing but disappointment

Lost my rank due to negligent discharge of a weapons

That led to Article 15, learning my lessons

On this particular day in July, I wonder why

I was taken off the mission, my mind, gaining a sigh of relief

Let's make it brief, this day is bothering me

My platoon sergeant was killed, he was a father to me

An RPG rocket launcher severely damaged his vehicle

He died of bleeding internally, my heart is cynical

Reason why, is because I should have been deceased

I was usually his gunner, our bond was so unique

But his gunner on that fateful was also injured

That was supposed to be me, that's why my words are uncensored

And respect to his family, I'm not being defensive

And yes I do care, psychologically it's intensive

Of all my war experience, it bothers me the most

Me and Shep, we was close, I find it difficult to cope

Imagine: being dead at the age of 24

It's an honest perspective from the realities of war

I'm not fully healed with the effects of all the trauma

Although I recognize as a soldier with honor

Yes, I speak on this entirely with a sober mind

Of a near death experience that happened over time