Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story |
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 tryin' to leave the footprints of America here |
They say we tryin' to stop Chinese expansion |
But I ain’t seen no Chinese since we landed |
Sent my whole entire unit, thinkin' 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 killin' six civilians |
Yeah, and it ain’t right to me |
I ain’t got enough of motherfuckin' fight in me |
It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms |
But over here they droppin' seven million tons of bombs |
I spent my days dodgin' all these booby-traps and mines |
And at night prayin' 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 fuckin' harbinger of death here |
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 (True story…) |
Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant |
Marksman, skilled in killin', illin', I’m able and willin' |
Kill a village elephant, rapin' 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 |
Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin' |
Sex, gamblin' and boozin' — all this shit is amusin' |
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 killin', 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 sprayin', it’s heatin' up a hundred degrees |
The enemy’s the North Vietnamese, bitch please! |
Ain’t no sweat, I’m totally 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 wearin' 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 flyin', loss of limbs, explosions |
Bad intentions, I see my best friend’s intestines |
Pray to the one above, it’s rainin', I’m covered in mud |
I think I’m dyin', I feel dizzy, I’m losin' 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 |