[Intro: Richard Nixon (US Government PSA)]
I have spoken to you from this office
Where so many decisions have been made that shaped the history of this nation
I have always tried to do what was best
(Duck...and cover!)
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil
They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me, said, the President he doesn't care
He's trying to leave the footprints of America there
They say we trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we could win
Against the Vietcong guerrillas there in Gia Định
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and it ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of motherfucking fight in me
It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spent my days dodging all these booby-traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder
In a foxhole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fucking harbinger of death here
[Interlude - Vinnie Paz + (R.A. The Rugged Man)]
I don't wanna be here. I'm scared, I just wanna go home
(You fucking kidding me?! Don't be a pussy, don't you love your country? I like being here, I'm ready)
[Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man]
True story
Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant
Marksman, skilled in killing, illing, I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, raping and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, U.S. Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing drug abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozing, all this shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hair-trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is spraying, it's heating up a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we bout to hit some trees
Tail rotor broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange: Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness - name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give
