Until all is lost and the eye of the beholder will no longer see but be forever blind.
I have no updated in quite a while, I joined the army. My outspoken lifestyle still hasn't
stopped and im still the person I am, even though the army isint about individules, thats
all I can be, I strive to be unique in such a formal lifestyle im somewhat living.
A NEW TYPE OF CHRISTMAS CAROL
Twas the night of christmas
and all the boys missed
what they liked to call
a good midnight kiss
we all sat together
and drank with a bliss
together we stood
100 feet tall
and talked of the next day
and going to the mall
for our country were doing
all that we can
and we finished our beers
that were in our right hand
"grab me another"
a marine boy said
that idea went to my head
and i grabbed 6 more
cut the inside of a lime
and threw away the core
were all having fun
and the army boy understood
and drink these beers
we really should
we all have a bit
of christmas cheer
glad to be home
to start the new year
a girl starts to sob
her eyes fill with a tear
she knows our time together
is ending near
i slide my finger across her cheek
and tell her not to cry
but make the best of everyones
last and final week
she sniffels one last time
as if were going to prison
and have committed a crime
her eyes are puffy
they look red and sore
as the sad girl
walked back in the door
but that night
she cried no more
my hand is terrible
and so i fold
the night is young
many stories to be told
on christmas in florida
its not very cold
but here we not live
becuase our lives we sold
i love to remember
the times in our past
because we were the kids
who smoked a lot of grass
through the past few years
we have all stuck together
we toast to the night
and being friends forever
all of us we go
out to eat
i fear this may be
the last time we all meet
the navy boy coughs
on a plane in the morning
he will take off
to the government he is
nothing but a toy
but to me hes so much more
then just a navy boy
were more then just a number
the government doesn't realize
from the begining they fed us
a bunch of bullshit and lies
so this is the end
of my little christmas cheer
away from danger i pray
my friends and i will steer
_______________________________________________
BEHIND THE CAMERAS, UNDER THE MEDIA
Now shes in the army and her son misses his mommy. Her and her son used to play in the sand.
She told her son she was sent to Iraq to fight the Taliban. But his little growing mind
couldn't comprehend or understand. He always cried and tried to grasp gods plan. But it was
too far to taste and too close to touch in the palm of his hand. His hands trembled like he
was hanging from a cross and why he didn't know he just wanted to be with his dear old mom
but the land of the free said no. Home of the brave but it was her life the government
couldn't save. Her job was Forign Relations, but while she was gone, between her and her son
was a loss of communication. He wasn't old enough to be side-tracked by masterbation or to
be lured into temptation. But little does he know its all a big cycle like from condensation
to evaporation. At night she thinks of a word she tought him while he prays called vacation.
It was an I.E.D (improvised explosive device) that took her fate in Baghdad. Now the
government lets him be taken care of by his drunk ass dad. Now her son whos life she gave
sits at home all alone with no-one to play, pouting all day with nothing to say. He sits in
the brightest room darkness could ever consume. Thinking how to end it all when his life
should just be starting to bloom. Im sorry to say the end of this story is depressing and
sad, he did this while thinking of the love he once had. He goes outside where him and his
mom once played, pulls the pin and drops the grenade. She thought she had a secure job to
feed her kid and get paid but in the end she died in a war that should have never been made.
_______________________________________________
Operation Iraq Freedom? There could be something that slipped through the cracks.
You find fate, leading up to this was nothing more then gods debate. Stop, think, and
concentrate. I left you there to hang out and dry like a starving man with food on a plate.
The balance of death wedged on a spoon, down the throat it all went down too soon. Day after
day its like the stomach acids eat away at this balance. And you thought i wouldn't be the
one ending up with talent. Everything has meaning from this world to the next. You were the
one who didn't read the bold print text.
Theirs dope fiends and kids allergic. All day everyday shit is going wack. But why are we
the country stuck fucking with Iraq? Everything I say I know I cant take it back, even if I
could I swear id never take it back. My eyes see past the destruction and stright through
the lies, right to the truth and the truth is what i speak, dont ever be the motherfucker to
tell me that im weak.
Let me lay it out to you in these next few lines. And I gaurentee this wont be the last time
you read, here, or listen to me rhyme. Now if you got a dime thats ninty away from a dollar.
I doesn't mean you're special if you walk down the street with a poped collar. It goes
further than that, its deeper than skin and thicker than blood, ive seen so many try to
escape but drown in the flood. If you could reemburse all the worlds debt, kill baby hitler
and never let the Holocaust set. Whos going to take credit and fix all the worlds mistakes,
people have been trying to change the world their whole life and this is all it takes. If
you knew it was one flick of this button was all it took, would you be the one to set it
stright and change the history book? World War 2 would have never took place. 9/11 would
have been made dust and haste before this event had ever even took place, and in trial M.
Jackson would have lost the case. This is just a taste of the future to come and all of this
is possible from the tip of my thumb. Mission Impossible style its more out of this world
than exploding gum.
Theirs dope fiends and kids allergic. All day everyday shit is going wack. But why are we
the country stuck fucking with Iraq? Everything I say I know I cant take it back, even if I
could I swear id never take it back. My eyes see past the destruction and stright through
the lies, right to the truth and the truth is what i speak, dont ever be the motherfucker to
tell me that im weak.
One million years, one million tears. One million years ago the dinosaurs roamed the earth,
now its the humans who run the turf. But what is one mans life worth? Is it worth an attack
on iraq to get oil prices off of George Bush's back? Since 9/11 everything in the tabloids
has been a cover for the mission. Grab the keys and turn the ignition, this is the first
step to beating a country into its submission. Drop bombs, flaunt, and taunt. Push, punch,
until you get all the oil you want. Like a mental hospital, a mother beating her child, this
violence is a bit more mild. Theres more then what you see on T.V, American privates raping
Iraq woman. These privates are nothing more then a replica of me. Dont you want to grow up
and be just like me? Up, down, in cadence 1,2,3 just like me? Get good grades, your parents
preach it, and this i plea. The whole message is clear, dont be a U.S. soldier, choose a
better career.
_________________________________________________
LIKE A FUCKING TEST BUNNY.
My life is so upside down, I look on the past and smile but on the future all i do is frown.
Ive been pinned into a corner and locked into submission. I feel like im locked in a jail
cell or stuck in a prison. Cement blocks, A square room, metal bunks, floor and a ceiling.
This place has me aggravated and is clouding my vision. Take the knife and make the
incision. So formal and routine. Take the scalpel and slice my splene. Implant the schedule
and let it flow through my bloodstream. Sow me back up, wake me up with nothing less than an
invisible seam. Tired and confused ill think it was nothing more then a dream. But the fact
of the matter is im only a machine.
stopped and im still the person I am, even though the army isint about individules, thats
all I can be, I strive to be unique in such a formal lifestyle im somewhat living.
A NEW TYPE OF CHRISTMAS CAROL
Twas the night of christmas
and all the boys missed
what they liked to call
a good midnight kiss
we all sat together
and drank with a bliss
together we stood
100 feet tall
and talked of the next day
and going to the mall
for our country were doing
all that we can
and we finished our beers
that were in our right hand
"grab me another"
a marine boy said
that idea went to my head
and i grabbed 6 more
cut the inside of a lime
and threw away the core
were all having fun
and the army boy understood
and drink these beers
we really should
we all have a bit
of christmas cheer
glad to be home
to start the new year
a girl starts to sob
her eyes fill with a tear
she knows our time together
is ending near
i slide my finger across her cheek
and tell her not to cry
but make the best of everyones
last and final week
she sniffels one last time
as if were going to prison
and have committed a crime
her eyes are puffy
they look red and sore
as the sad girl
walked back in the door
but that night
she cried no more
my hand is terrible
and so i fold
the night is young
many stories to be told
on christmas in florida
its not very cold
but here we not live
becuase our lives we sold
i love to remember
the times in our past
because we were the kids
who smoked a lot of grass
through the past few years
we have all stuck together
we toast to the night
and being friends forever
all of us we go
out to eat
i fear this may be
the last time we all meet
the navy boy coughs
on a plane in the morning
he will take off
to the government he is
nothing but a toy
but to me hes so much more
then just a navy boy
were more then just a number
the government doesn't realize
from the begining they fed us
a bunch of bullshit and lies
so this is the end
of my little christmas cheer
away from danger i pray
my friends and i will steer
_______________________________________________
BEHIND THE CAMERAS, UNDER THE MEDIA
Now shes in the army and her son misses his mommy. Her and her son used to play in the sand.
She told her son she was sent to Iraq to fight the Taliban. But his little growing mind
couldn't comprehend or understand. He always cried and tried to grasp gods plan. But it was
too far to taste and too close to touch in the palm of his hand. His hands trembled like he
was hanging from a cross and why he didn't know he just wanted to be with his dear old mom
but the land of the free said no. Home of the brave but it was her life the government
couldn't save. Her job was Forign Relations, but while she was gone, between her and her son
was a loss of communication. He wasn't old enough to be side-tracked by masterbation or to
be lured into temptation. But little does he know its all a big cycle like from condensation
to evaporation. At night she thinks of a word she tought him while he prays called vacation.
It was an I.E.D (improvised explosive device) that took her fate in Baghdad. Now the
government lets him be taken care of by his drunk ass dad. Now her son whos life she gave
sits at home all alone with no-one to play, pouting all day with nothing to say. He sits in
the brightest room darkness could ever consume. Thinking how to end it all when his life
should just be starting to bloom. Im sorry to say the end of this story is depressing and
sad, he did this while thinking of the love he once had. He goes outside where him and his
mom once played, pulls the pin and drops the grenade. She thought she had a secure job to
feed her kid and get paid but in the end she died in a war that should have never been made.
_______________________________________________
Operation Iraq Freedom? There could be something that slipped through the cracks.
You find fate, leading up to this was nothing more then gods debate. Stop, think, and
concentrate. I left you there to hang out and dry like a starving man with food on a plate.
The balance of death wedged on a spoon, down the throat it all went down too soon. Day after
day its like the stomach acids eat away at this balance. And you thought i wouldn't be the
one ending up with talent. Everything has meaning from this world to the next. You were the
one who didn't read the bold print text.
Theirs dope fiends and kids allergic. All day everyday shit is going wack. But why are we
the country stuck fucking with Iraq? Everything I say I know I cant take it back, even if I
could I swear id never take it back. My eyes see past the destruction and stright through
the lies, right to the truth and the truth is what i speak, dont ever be the motherfucker to
tell me that im weak.
Let me lay it out to you in these next few lines. And I gaurentee this wont be the last time
you read, here, or listen to me rhyme. Now if you got a dime thats ninty away from a dollar.
I doesn't mean you're special if you walk down the street with a poped collar. It goes
further than that, its deeper than skin and thicker than blood, ive seen so many try to
escape but drown in the flood. If you could reemburse all the worlds debt, kill baby hitler
and never let the Holocaust set. Whos going to take credit and fix all the worlds mistakes,
people have been trying to change the world their whole life and this is all it takes. If
you knew it was one flick of this button was all it took, would you be the one to set it
stright and change the history book? World War 2 would have never took place. 9/11 would
have been made dust and haste before this event had ever even took place, and in trial M.
Jackson would have lost the case. This is just a taste of the future to come and all of this
is possible from the tip of my thumb. Mission Impossible style its more out of this world
than exploding gum.
Theirs dope fiends and kids allergic. All day everyday shit is going wack. But why are we
the country stuck fucking with Iraq? Everything I say I know I cant take it back, even if I
could I swear id never take it back. My eyes see past the destruction and stright through
the lies, right to the truth and the truth is what i speak, dont ever be the motherfucker to
tell me that im weak.
One million years, one million tears. One million years ago the dinosaurs roamed the earth,
now its the humans who run the turf. But what is one mans life worth? Is it worth an attack
on iraq to get oil prices off of George Bush's back? Since 9/11 everything in the tabloids
has been a cover for the mission. Grab the keys and turn the ignition, this is the first
step to beating a country into its submission. Drop bombs, flaunt, and taunt. Push, punch,
until you get all the oil you want. Like a mental hospital, a mother beating her child, this
violence is a bit more mild. Theres more then what you see on T.V, American privates raping
Iraq woman. These privates are nothing more then a replica of me. Dont you want to grow up
and be just like me? Up, down, in cadence 1,2,3 just like me? Get good grades, your parents
preach it, and this i plea. The whole message is clear, dont be a U.S. soldier, choose a
better career.
_________________________________________________
LIKE A FUCKING TEST BUNNY.
My life is so upside down, I look on the past and smile but on the future all i do is frown.
Ive been pinned into a corner and locked into submission. I feel like im locked in a jail
cell or stuck in a prison. Cement blocks, A square room, metal bunks, floor and a ceiling.
This place has me aggravated and is clouding my vision. Take the knife and make the
incision. So formal and routine. Take the scalpel and slice my splene. Implant the schedule
and let it flow through my bloodstream. Sow me back up, wake me up with nothing less than an
invisible seam. Tired and confused ill think it was nothing more then a dream. But the fact
of the matter is im only a machine.