(V1: TM)

0300
There’s something foul in the air
I can smell it
But this is the land
Of the desert sand
In Afghanistan, nigga
Ain’t no tellin’
Me and my G.I.s get the orders
For the night op
Strapped up like Time Cop
Watch me write this
While my mind’s blocked
But I’ll rhyme tight ‘til my time’s up
We head to landing strip
Rifle’s to my hip
Got a M4 Carbine wit a full clip
In case some bullshit pop off
Can’t wait to get outta this bitch
Get my rocks off
Rockin’ knock off camouflage
We get the drop off
Chinook lands
And it blasts sand in our faces
Let’s face it, this pilot’s an asshole
That’s nothing new to me
I’m just a logistician, bitch
Don’t be rude to me
Or I’ll ruin your next requisition
Check the technique
While I spit like a pistol
Officials never gave a fuck
Told us good luck
And sent us to our deaths for the mission
You’re dismissed
Got a flow like a missile
Call it JDAM
Oh shit, think we made a mistake
That’s not an AK
It’s just a man holding a camera
That was an everyday occurrence
Don’t think this country
Will ever prosper and flourish
Anyway, back to the operation
Thought I did this shit for my nation
And theirs
But it’s all crosshairs
In the pitch dark
Like back when I was playing F.E.A.R
All up in that Trailer Park
Incoming truck reaches the LZ
And I’m buggin’
Wasn’t expecting company
But it’s our allies
An Afghan army police truck
Some nigga got lit up
By an Apache attack helicopter
Now they sendin' him to the doctors
The medics yellin' “hold my rifle”
As they work on Allah’s disciple
Each time they try
To move his half naked body
He screams and cries like a nine year old
Who just lost his parents
In a suicide bombing at a shopping mall
I’m on the fence
That they should help this dude
Other half’s saying he's Taliban
So fuck ‘em all
A Blackhawk’s landing to get him
But I doubt that he’ll make it
The Army just caught another body
And there's no mistakin'
As I look back, I think if I had a choice
I’d put a bullet in his brain
That’s one for mercy
And that's one for the boys

Yeah that's one for the boys...

(V2: LKD)

Hit the corner store to buy snacks
Hear the war as the camera tracks you
If it ain't the plastic breakin' from stray lead
It's the smack that claps you
Kid takes up his dad's strap
Skywalker wit a trap view
Cracked foundations
Quake snake breakage
Up in you like you was statues
Brashin'
Young and gunnin'
Stunted shades hidin' bloody eyelids
Implyin' a smile wit tight lips
And also wit violence if you try it
Inclined to the same shit he supplyin'
Playin' host to the same virus
'Cause if a hundred drug dealers
Tell you they ain't gettin' high
99 of 'em lyin'
Fear in your eyes is priceless
Paid in full wit a nine's grip
By six dudes in crews
That move product around High
Sellin' ice to hipster white kids
Gentrifyin' the crime district
The whites slipped in
To high schools and state prisons alike
Five minutes away, two men embracing
Under a Civic Center blanket
Painful that he made it safe back home
Wit a crack kit
Checking every address he meets at
Bad shit known to happen to trans tricks
Who listen to dude G Chat
Pray it's the last time he sees that
Two feet away
A young kid riddled with abscess
Gasps and chokes her last breath out
Hot shots in the pocket of a mysterious man
But he's probably long gone by now
As cops swarm
'Round the gold domed mosque
Fuckin' wit the pious men in holy socks
Fondlin' their piggy rocks
So they don't clock the vague outline of the
Glock in the young boy's jacket pocket
The death toll rises
As the tar melts, and the bell rings
School lets out
There's seven men
Shot dead outside the Nazareth Hotel