| Dude I barely finished school, it was gettin' really tired
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| Now my parents pushin' me to take my education higher
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| I wanna travel abroad, but I got a seed
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| And my folks obviously want me to marry the broad
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| That I laid down with, time to get me a job
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| Work for snotty nosed kids and this fatherhood shit
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| Like my father don’t quit, man I’m gettin' buried
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| Man shit is gettin' scary, might join the Military
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| Cause round here it ain’t at all hard to find a recruiter
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| It was harder for my high school to find me a tutor
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| Met him on the block, talked, gave him my background
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| He like a pimp in uniform, layin' his mack down
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| Sayin' plenty things that appeal to me
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| And it sounded like a pretty good deal to me
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| See the world, meet some girls and free school
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| All while gettin' paid to me, it seems cool
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| Anything’s better than sittin' around here
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| Deep as shit get, feel like I’m gonna drown here
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| I’ll give it a shot man, sign me up
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| I’m just another toy soldier boy, wind me up
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| I wasn’t ready when you first rolled out the block
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| Wasn’t ready when I heard them shots
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| I wasn’t ready when you broke my heart
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| But oh baby
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| You better watch out cause I’m ready
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| Oh baby
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| You better watch out cause I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| Finally got hitched the week before I shipped out
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| Baby started walkin' after that, damn I missed out
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| And without a baby to miss, I don’t see how
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| In a world I make it through this, it’s crazy as shit
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| It wasn’t what I had in mind when I tried to get away
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| Found God hella quick, before that I never prayed
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| Now I beg for a better day everyday
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| Heavenly arm but I’m too scared to let it spray
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| Who said you unafraid is a horrible liar
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| With everyday here’s soundin' like the 4th of July
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| Subtract the fireworks, add in some body parts
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| I done seen more young flesh here than Mardi Gras
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| Accept mistakes though my army fatigues
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| Hardly can sleep
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| Murder scenes all in my dreams
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| Seen unspeakable things can’t talk to my peeps
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| Fam and wife worried cause I haven’t called 'em in weeks
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| But I don’t want them to hear the fear in my voice
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| And I gotta live with it, this here is my choice
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| But it’s hard to be poised when you’re shook to the core
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| At Hell’s Gate standin', it’s like my foot’s in the door
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| And to top it all off, I don' got my first kill
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| Someone younger than my kid brother, it hurts still
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| It’s so ill when you’re tryin' to survive
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| For real I ain’t tryin' to die, let me live
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| I wasn’t ready when you first rolled out the block
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| Wasn’t ready when I heard them shots
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| I wasn’t ready when you broke my heart
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| But oh baby
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| You better watch out cause I’m ready
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| (Am I ready to choose? Am I ready to lose?)
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| Oh baby
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| You better watch out cause I’m ready
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| (Am I ready to win? Am I ready to sin? Do I really want war?)
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| I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| When I’m thinkin' of home, I get chills to the bones
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| But I sit here alone, prayin' that I return
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| Miss friends that I’ve known, little shit that I own
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| Send a kiss through the phone, tell my wife?
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| I’m ignoring her now, though before I was foul
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| Now I long for her smile and a hug from my kid
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| An adorable child, I ignored for awhile
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| Semi auto go POW in the butt and the rib
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| Thinkin' oh my gosh, what I almost lost
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| Can’t afford the cost
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| But I paid it dearly
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| Man, war is harsh
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| Got awful scars, nearly torn apart, and I make it barely
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| By the skin of my teeth, fight vigorously
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| Whether win or defeat, I’ll make it through all this
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| Got a letter from my wife, she fed up with my life
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| She said it was not right, she callin' it quits
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| After all this shit, she found somebody else
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| Feelin' sore and sick, I’m down, this hardly helps
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| I’ll use this pain, no longer fight myself
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| That’s pointless like tryin' to drown Michael Phelps
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| Swear to God this shit’s wrong
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| Gotta get home, shots will split domes, still we’ll clash
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| So ready or not, come get you a shot
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| I’m ready to pop, so feel my wrath
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| When I pick up a gun, better get up and run
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| Gotta get to my son, better clear my path
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| I wasn’t ready when you first rolled out the block
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| Wasn’t ready when I heard them shots
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| I wasn’t ready when you broke my heart
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| But oh baby
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| You better watch out cause I’m ready
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| Oh baby
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| You better watch out cause I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| I’m ready
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| I’m ready |