Intro:
I’m just trying to offer a little perspective. A soldier’s perspective.
Verse 1:
They keep asking me what’s in my head? I keep telling em my sixth sense keep kickin’ in. So I don’t see nothing but more life lost around here. Death’s tools so we a victim, what you hittin on? AIR!!! And I feel for the families of those we kill, I know they wanted 21, but death’s all we deal. And I prefer to never pull this trigger again, but the fact of the matter is that, long as I’m here
Chorus:
Another head hangs lowly, life is slowly taken.
Their violence we will silence,
They were so mistaken. Can’t they see, they will bleed, them and their families, through their heads, through their heads, if they’re fighting.
With our tanks and our guns, taking air from their lungs, through their heads, through their heads, til they’re crying.
Through their heads, through their heads,
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me,
And I’ll put bullets through your head, through your head,
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me,
And I’ll put bullets through your
Verse 2:
I can’t help it, maybe I’m cursed, or maybe I should lay down and let em kill me first. But I’d rather not die here, so call me selfish, just hand me a brush and let me paint these targets. Cuz I’m a modern day Da Vinci, and this they last supper after this they history. Pay back for every time they missed me. And as long as they shootin’ get them fore they get me
Chorus 2:
Another life is taken, as we roll them over.
Offering violence, there’ll be silence,
To their god we will take them.
Long as you will kill me, I will gladly put 3 through your head, through your head, if you’re fighting.
With our tanks and our guns, taking air from your lungs, through your head, through your head, til you’re dying.
Through your head, through your head,
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me,
And I’ll put bullets through your head, through your head,
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me,
And I’ll put bullets through your
Verse 3:
And for the time, in Zion we trust, there people not fire at me, anymore. You need friends, I’m not trying to be, so quick change magazines, and feed them mother fuckers some more, some more….
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Lyrics submitted by Jay.