i can't drink or smoke marijuana anymore for now since i am overseas as a soldier in war
but i am gonna be free when i'm outta this horror, i'm only 24 and everything really stinks
still i must follow orders cuz if i ignore em, i know i will sink and not grow much older
what was i thinkin by joinin the army cuz instead of good dreams, it seems like torture
oh lord bring me home before i get mortared, show me my motive to help keep me motored
i mean well oiled cuz i got these boulders on both my shoulders so it's harder to breathe
still i gotta peddle my feet forward if i'm longing to reach tomorrow mornin
Kaotic cannot fall asleep, my eyeballs are wide open like a crack fiend on soda
and i'm not talkin bout caffiene like coca cola to get me rollin like a coaster
i'm finna turn postal, no joke like steve urkel, if only i could smell the leaves
of herbal tree purple, that would help me to see northern lights n feel warmer
cuz it'd help the peace inside left dormant to speak importance to all the world's corners