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In my backpack
I got my act right
in case you act quite difficult
And your result
Weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seekin'
In search of
Like nimoy
I'm a peace lovin' decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change your whole location
to Pine Box/6 under
Impulsive
Don't ask why or wonder
Orders given to me is strike
and I'm thunder
with lightning fast reflexes
On constant alert
from the constant hurt
that seems limitless
with no drop in pressure
It seeming like everybody
is out to take ya
'til they see ya break
You can't conceal the hate
that consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your isuzu
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I gotta 90 day extension
And I'm filled with guilt
from things I done and seen
Your water is from a bottle
Mine's from a canteen
At night I hear the shots ring
So I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life seem to get cheaper
Out in the desert
With my street sweeper
The war is over so said the speaker
with a flight suit on
Maybe I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
I remember when we used to dance...
All I wanna do is dance