Yeah
I never served my country, but I’ve been to war
How am I supposed to feel at home when they treat my freedom as a bounty?
And the pain checks me behind cell doors
I wake up most days thinking about the hell I’ve been through
And served my kind
Go to bed most days drinking
Knowing I’m not alright in my mind
I carry 7.62/25 armor-piercing rounds
What’s a man to do when they wear armor when they take our lives?
Shell cases on the ground making earthly constellations
I want peace more than I’m wanting anything else
But I won’t have that, cause death sells
Whether it be murder or incarceration
They hand out life sentences and want us to be complacent
All the while, American blood paints the pavement
Is your soul worth the payment?
You don’t serve your people, you just over justifying evil
Wonder why I got PTSD thanks to your local PD
I just want you to treat my people right, and that makes me the enemy?
But gods be praised, and bless the street preacher’s mic
Walk in peace, and I’ll be the light
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