Live From Iraq

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    V1
    Every days like a gamble here
    This is no joke
    This is live from iraq
    Where were prayin we make it home

    True gutter for you fuckers
    Think its gutter where you from
    Here its life by the second
    This is everything wrong

    This is not your beef on the block
    No its not that simple
    Here its more than gunfire
    They shootin rockets and missiles

    This is up armor kits
    And bulletproof windows
    We sleep with body armor blankets
    And Kevlar pillows

    In a country
    Where when anybodys talking they lyin
    And wherever there is a soldier
    There is schrapnel flyin

    59 of us april 4th
    8 of us dyin
    this is your thug turnt punk
    this is grown men crying

    This is bombs in the street
    Blowin up when I drive buyem
    Or its rpg's launched at me
    This is nothing problems

    The true definition of goin hard
    No games
    This is hundreds of bodies
    In the streets when we bang

    Chorus
    Cause this is live from iraq
    Home of too many soldiers graves
    Where for our country
    We gamble with our lives everyday
    And there are no blue skies here
    Every colors gray
    This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
    And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
    While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
    And every convoy that rides out
    Constantly getting sprayed
    But we don't fold hands
    The cards we are dealt get played

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    V2
    This is
    Nights wit no supper man
    Home aint promised man
    Long journeys qualified
    Hell from a promise land

    Dreams feel real but not as real
    As tomorrow man
    Wish life was like contra
    Than life then I could borrow man

    No instant replays
    No highlights any days
    When balls get dropped
    You cant challenge the play

    This is the wrath of equipment
    No refs to stop the clippin
    This no timeouts casue father time
    Is still ticken, this is yeah

    Future in the air
    Pain sculpted in stone
    Families sheddin tears
    Cause they sons aint comin home

    This is more than a gamble
    And I'll give you the truth
    Plenty of lives lost
    Over a scandal

    Turning more than a cheek
    Warm hearts turn cold
    Higher people in command
    Planning wit no type of goals

    This is your own exposed
    Media cast and the scoop
    Covered over the answers
    Cause you cant handle the truth

    Chorus
    Cause this is live from iraq
    Home of too many soldiers graves
    Where for our country
    We gamble with our lives everyday
    And there are no blue skies here
    Every colors gray
    This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
    And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
    While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
    And every convoy that rides out
    Constantly getting sprayed
    But we don't fold hands
    The cards we are dealt get played

    V3
    For some this is the answer
    To a whole lot of issues
    Sure its politics back home
    Here its bullets thru our tissue

    This is trying to draw contact
    Hopin they miss you
    This is one mortar round from
    Bein over no continues

    This is nothing yall been thru
    Yall aint seen shit
    And this is not whats on the news
    What really happens aint printed

    This is your one mistake
    Bein everbody elses business
    Whether they see their family
    Or its funeral home visits

    This is 150 degrees
    3 months out of the fiscal
    250 g's when that ied hits you
    this is 60 miles an hour
    thru ambush zones
    this is dead animals with
    explosive devices on em

    this is the home of direct fire
    where everybodys a target
    when you find out some people aint hard
    they just talk shit

    definitely nothing pretty
    this is no picnic
    this is trying to hold fire
    without burnin your fingers

    chorus
    Cause this is live from iraq
    Home of too many soldiers graves
    Where for our country
    We gamble with our lives everyday
    And there are no blue skies here
    Every colors gray
    This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
    And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
    While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
    And every convoy that rides out
    Constantly getting sprayed
    But we don't fold hands
    The cards we are dealt get played

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