Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dishonored Valor, artist - The Professionals. Song language: English
Dishonored Valor |
| Look, I know a cat that joined the military at an early age |
| I’ve seen him once and a while when he’d come around the way |
| I would see that picture where he posin' camouflage and paint |
| Shit, I knew him hella young, I heard he had them straight A’s |
| But he didn’t respect his momma much |
| So Oakland is where they sent him up |
| Snd he always stayed out of touch |
| He only called home when he need a buck |
| Got locked up, caught selling drugs |
| Life changed a nigga, went from sharp to a fuckin' thug |
| Fresh off the grid, back in the hustle mode |
| No time to muffle though, that ain’t the hustler’s code |
| And it’s hard to trust him with dough |
| My other homie said he stole a studio right up out of his home |
| Military trained with a military brain |
| Hard to process, switchin' and changin' lanes |
| I know some killers out the military |
| I know some dealers out the military |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be a (what?) drug dealer (what?) |
| Thug nigga (what?) born killer (what?) |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be |
| I got a gang of brothers that was in the military that was just honorably |
| discharged |
| Really wasn’t cut like Rambo when the shit starts |
| I don’t blame 'em, I would’ve been right there smokin' weed too |
| Fuck flyin' up and skydivin' out a B2 |
| I know some homies that got PTSD |
| And now they havin' flashbacks |
| It’s stories of hazmats, and being ransacked |
| And now they on packs of the Xanax |
| To hold back the thoughts of all the bad acts |
| Nigga used to be a dork, now he a Mad Max |
| Quick to snap a niggas cap back and show his flag tats |
| Yeah, a cop’s nightmare, that is a rogue soldier |
| That seen too much and was told to roll over |
| Now he can’t be sober, he got a cold shoulder |
| To the same country he feel |
| He used to drive the tanks and control rovers |
| Now he rather be a loner while he’s growin' older |
| I know some killers out the military |
| I know some dealers out the military |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be a (what?) drug dealer (what?) |
| Thug nigga (what?) born killer (what?) |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be all you wanna be |
| See, you can be |
| All you can be, dawg, even the president |
| Popular demand don’t matter when they riggin' the messages Look at all the |
| messes and opiods and the recklessness |
| The terrorists, and what all this represents is common negligence |
| How embarrassing, can’t even kneel like Colin Kaepernick in America |
| The land of the free, the land of the foul |
| The land of the «all we want is power right now» |
| Give it up |
| Everybody drinkin'? |
| How come the front row ain’t have no drinks, |
| what happened here? |
| Gotta get the front row some drinks. |
| White people ain’t |
| feelin' it. |
| If they were black people with no drinks they’d be raising hell |
| right now. |
| See, white people are just so patient. |
| Black people: «that motherfucker! |
| I’ve been here a half hour, my shit ain’t here yet». |
| Everybody drinkin', having a good time? |