RickawayJE's blog: "From me."

Nothing bothers me more, 
Than seeing these "wannabe"s these "real'G'"s, 
Wishing they could be like me and mine, 
A selfstyled soldier is all they can claim to be. 

Telling me they are at "war" and must fight, 
But the war they fight is of ignorance and pride, 
Saying the other side must die, 
Sayin you're not racist but hell, you're not colorblind. 

From corner to corner and street to street, 
Always on the lookout, 
Waiting for something to breakout, 
Watching your life eek by and by. 

You claim to be at war, 
but thats' what which you know nothing about, 
The bullets the bombs teh blood and guts. 
Bodies let lie in the noon day heat, 
Hearing a child cry out, 
A sniper's shot just rings out, 
The real soldier next to you just had his light snuffed out. 

You talk about drivebys and robbery like your'e hard, 
Hard is seeing a veteran soldier break down and weep and thank the Lord. 

When the days are long, 
and you dont know where teh next shot is coming from, 
The sand the blood teh sewat the grit stings your eyes, 
and you're praying "Dear Lord please! Get me by!" 

Cause death is dealt out on a case by case, 
Hoping that you'll make it back to base, 
Dear Lord please get me outta this place! 

Come to my "hood" and patrol it with me, 
Be it Baghdad, Mosul or Sadr City, 
Think you're bad? Ill show you a wahabi jihadi. 

You talk a big game and run when police show up, 
These mothas open up even when Tanks roll up! 

You drive your HoopD by, 
Pull out your "Gat" and let shells fly, 
Holding it sideways, or at least you try, 
How does the brass not hit you in the eye?! 

Walking around with your pants hanging low, 
Glock in your waistband, kept close at hand, 
Feeling froggy then jump! 
Cause the last thing you'll know, 
Is my rifle spitting fire and stitching you up, 
Two in the chest and one in the face, 
You'll be dead and laid out in disgrace, 
And I'll be home just in time to say God's Grace.