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Every days like a gamble here
This is no joke
This is live from Iraq
Where were prayin' we make it home
True gutter for you fuckers
Think its gutter where you from
Here its life by the second
This is everything wrong
This is not your beef on the block
No its not that simple
Here its more than gunfire
They shootin' rockets and missiles
This is up armor kits
And bulletproof windows
We sleep with body armor blankets
And Kevlar pillows
In a country
Where when anybody's talking they lyin'
And wherever there is a soldier
There is shrapnel flyin'
59 of us April 4th
8 of us dyin'
This is your thug turned punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin' up when I drive buy 'em
Or its rpg's launched at me
This is nothing problems
The true definition of goin' hard
No games
This is hundreds of bodies
In the streets when we bang
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While y'all home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
This is
Nights wit no supper man
Home ain't promised man
Long journeys qualified
Hell from a promise land
Dreams feel real but not as real
As tomorrow man
Wish life was like contra
Than life then I could borrow man
No instant replays
No highlights any days
When balls get dropped
You can't challenge the play
This is the wrath of equipment
No refs to stop the clippin'
This no timeouts cause father time
Is still tickin', this is yeah
Future in the air
Pain sculpted in stone
Families sheddin' tears
Cause they sons ain't comin' home
This is more than a gamble
And I'll give you the truth
Plenty of lives lost
Over a scandal
Turning more than a cheek
Warm hearts turn cold
Higher people in command
Planning wit no type of goals
This is your own exposed
Media cast and the scoop
Covered over the answers
Cause you can't handle the truth
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While y'all home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
For some this is the answer
To a whole lot of issues
Sure its politics back home
Here its bullets through our tissue
This is trying to draw contact
Hopin' they miss you
This is one mortar round from
Bein' over no continues
This is nothing y'all been through
Y'all ain't seen shit
And this is not what's on the news
What really happens ain't printed
This is your one mistake
Bein' everybody else's business
Whether they see their family
Or its funeral home visits
This is 150 degrees
3 months out of the fiscal
250 g's when that ied hits you
This is 60 miles an hour
Through ambush zones
This is dead animals with
Explosive devices on em
this is the home of direct fire
Where everybody's a target
When you find out some people ain't hard
They just talk shit
definitely nothing pretty
This is no picnic
This is trying to hold fire
Without burnin' your fingers
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While y'all home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played