| I don’t know why I’m over here, this job is evil
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| They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
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| My mother wrote me, said: «The President, he doesn’t care.»
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| He tryin' to leave the footprints of America here
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| They say we tryin' to stop Chinese expansion
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| But I ain’t seen no Chinese since we landed
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| Sent my whole entire unit, thinkin' we could win
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| Against the Vietcong guerrillas there in Gia Định
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| I didn’t sign up to kill women or any children
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| For every enemy soldier, we killin' six civilians
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| Yeah, and it ain’t right to me
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| I ain’t got enough of motherfuckin' fight in me
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| It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms
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| But over here they droppin' seven million tons of bombs
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| I spent my days dodgin' all these booby-traps and mines
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| And at night prayin' to God that I get back alive
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| And I’m forced to sit back and wonder
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| Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder
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| In a foxhole with nine months left here
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| Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here
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| I don’t wanna be here, I’m scared, I just wanna go home
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| You fucking kidding me?! |
| Don’t be a pussy!
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| Don’t you love your country?!
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| I like being here, I’m ready (True story…)
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| Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant
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| Marksman, skilled in killin', illin', I’m able and willin'
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| Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village
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| Illegitimate killers, U.S. Military guerrillas
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| This ain’t no real war, Vietnam shit
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| World War II, that’s a war, this is just a military conflict
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| Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin'
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| Sex, gamblin' and boozin' — all this shit is amusin'
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| Bitches and guns, this is every man’s dream
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| I don’t wanna go home where I’m just an ordinary human being
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| Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
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| Gook run when the minigun spit, won’t miss
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| Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
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| Victor Charlie, hair-trigger, hit it, I’m in it to win it
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| Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
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| The killin', I did it, cripple, did it
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| Pictures I painted is vivid, live it
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| A wizard with weapons: the secret mission, we 'bout to begin it
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| Government funded, behind enemy lines
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| Bullets is sprayin', it’s heatin' up a hundred degrees
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| The enemy’s the North Vietnamese, bitch please!
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| Ain’t no sweat, I’m totally at ease
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| Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees
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| Tail rotor broke, crash land
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| American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
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| Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
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| Them yellow men wearin' black pajamas
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| They wanna harm us, they all up on us
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| Bang bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
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| To my left, the Captain caught a bullet right in his brain
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| Body parts flyin', loss of limbs, explosions
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| Bad intentions, I see my best friend’s intestines
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| Pray to the one above, it’s rainin', I’m covered in mud
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| I think I’m dyin', I feel dizzy, I’m losin' blood
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| I see my childhood, I’m back in the arms of my mother
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| I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
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| I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
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| Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
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| I must’ve died, then I woke up, surprised I’m alive
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| I’m in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
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| I escaped the war, came back
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| But ain’t escape Agent Orange: two of my kids born handicapped
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| Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
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| Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness — name it, they had it
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| My son died, he ain’t live
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| But I still try to think positive, ‘cause in life, God take, God give |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп