it's saturday night and i'm ready to fight
but instead, i'm in bed while on my laptop i type
i guess it's whatever, alright, it's bad i'm not bright
but nobody said any plans so it's better i write
all this crap in my head
yeah, i battle with life
afghanistan's full of sand
and also i'm no fan on the bandwagon
i'm a man and i drive
til i land a nose dive to the damned and divide
still i ask myself why at MEPS did i sign
every dotted line to be in a clan
like the whites most can't stand
i want an answer, a sign of some kind
cuz i can't go back and rewind
i'm now trapped for the time...