war time

stand up n fight like solders on the field marchin shootin stright into battle knowing we could die like you'll never see tomorrow while the drummers keep bangin beatin on them drums holy shit I'm out stabbed in the kneck with the barrel took his ammo dressed in black with camo while covered in blood you could call me Rambo this gun be bigger then a dinosaur but I ain't talkin dano lost the battle won the war an yet we still not free so why did we fight all these wars just ta lose good people like our grandfather's I see no rime or reason no one really knows an who try cares what it's like ta be a soldier with no heart n it's war time n souls die here shit bitch don't ask me cus I wouldn't even know you hear that sound of sirens time ta go another war