Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song AWOL, artist - Paris. Album song Sonic Jihad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
AWOL |
And you don’t hear none of those stations, for hip-hop and R&B playin' him, |
ask why |
In fact, where are those stations today? |
Somebody better ask somebody that |
The people that’s most affected, by this war |
Are the so-called hip-hop generation |
The Army is the best kept secret in the whole world |
That every soldier gets his or her own private room |
You can forget that old brown boot image of the Army |
It’s a job like anything else, you’d love it, all the soldiers do |
I remember how it started, remember the time |
I was watchin' Rap City 'bout a quarter to nine |
Commercial said the military givin' money for school |
Caught the bus up to my campus, they were signin' recruits |
And met this dude named Diablo (Hello), was some kind of vet ('Sup?) |
He explained the situation told me what to expect, he said |
(Now we’ll help you pay for college and train you for work) |
Said I could take computer classes and could quit if I want |
But best of all was the fact I’d have my own shit |
I’d have my own space and have my own place to kick it |
On top of that I’d travel, and visit the world |
Hell, Diablo said the women overseas was the pearl |
Didn’t even call my girl, let’s get it on fo' sho' |
Signed my name, took some tests, and I was outta the do' |
A true soldier for America, ready to go |
On the road a vacation’ll be good for the soul |
Don’t matter what they sayin' now |
They lyin' what they say fo' sho' |
They don’t play when it come to war |
They get down, they get down, they get down |
I showed up at basic training, but what a mistake |
Cause this motherfucker yellin at me all in my face |
In this dirty-ass latrine, fifty men in a room |
Runnin' laps up in the mud at four o’clock in the morning |
I’m scrubbin' toilets, doin' laundry, and feelin' the pain |
If I didn’t know no better, I’d think «Boy» was my name |
Same bullshit line so many bit 'fore me |
Got a nigga twisted up in this illusion of freedom |
Fuck this shit, I’m out tomorrow, made up my mind |
Everything Diablo said I’m findin' out was a lie |
That’s when my unit got the call, the Commander in Chief |
Wanted ground troop assignments keeping peace in the East |
What a relief, I’m thinkin finally somethin new |
Shipped us off and twenty hours later, we was en route |
Touched down around eleven, the desert was brutal |
Then the ground split and caught us by surprise from the shootin' |
«Engage! |
Engage! |
Open fire!» |
«Take cover! |
Take cover!» |
«Get down! |
Fire!» |
Don’t matter what they sayin' now |
They lyin' what they say fo' sho' |
They don’t play when it come to war |
They get down, they get down, they get down |
Don’t matter what they sayin' now |
They lyin' what they say fo' sho' |
They don’t play when it come to war |
They get down, they get down, they get down |
It was all surreal, seen 'em blow the spine out his back |
In the minefield, we was reelin' from the attack |
Seen the MO’s hand upon the receiver, still attached |
With an alarm on it, set off the beacon, then I mashed |
Who the first truck, blood and guts splash in my face |
Cuttin' kids down, couldn’ta been no older than eight |
What the fuck is goin' on, who we fightin' and why |
Killin' kids, killin' killers, who the fuck is supplyin'? |
I’m cryin' out for protection, but none of it came |
So I dumped in all directions 'til the heater was drained |
But that night vision shit wasn’t helping us win |
Caught a round of friendly fire, but it wasn’t so friendly |
We simply got lucky, headed back to the base |
Seen a soldier rape a woman, shot her dead in the face |
Guts stuck to my clothes, body parts galore |
If this a peacekeepin' mission, I ain’t ready for war |
And now I’m back home bitter, and sick and contagious |
And I’m knowin' we some bullies, that’s why everyone hate us |
Still broke than a motherfucker, niggas is starvin' |
And that job trainin' shit is only good for the Army |
I guess I should have been a CO, and kept up a file |
Shoulda listened when my homies said we murder for oil |
Now I’m fuckin' with this wheelchair, ain’t nothin' the same |
And I’m knowin' confrontation’s mo' than video games |
War is pain |