PTSD Lyrics

(We are going into Iraq to liberate and not to conquer

Now if there are casualties of war remember

That when they got up this morning and got dressed

They did not plan to die this day

But there may be those among us

Who will not see the end of this campaign

We will put them in their sleeping bags

And we will send them back

And there will be no time for sorrow

We will grieve for them later)

Before the forefront of rap now

Background was warfront Iraq now

Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown

Most them boys aren't coming back now

Thoughts of his daughter, coughing up water

Still see him hunched on my lap now

Sleeping disorder, still see the horror

Don't get more haunting than that now

This ain't no punchline for rap now

This ain't no punching-in slaps now

More post-traumatic in fact now

Bear with me, what I'ma ask now

Imagine we altered our paths now

Imagine you all were like Zach now

Before the court house, before the poorhouse

Like back when you were with Ash now

Had you a newborn, both of you too worn

Both of you two gonna lash out

Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would do s'um

Both of you two couldn't hash out

Wouldn't be too long, 'fore you would move on

'Fore you would lose em' and dash out

Go get your boots on, your navy blues on

Have you a cruise cross the map now

This ain't no punching-in slaps now

This what you wanted, the facts now

This ain't no stunting, no cap now

This is my story, my background

Bear with me, what I'ma ask now

What if we altered our paths now

Background was warfront Iraq now

Background was warfront Iraq now

This ain't no punchline for rap now

This is the frontline combat now

What if you toured and came back now

Then you saw all these attacks now

Police assaulting all blacks now

How the fuck would you react now

Same ones you've fought for, and went to war for

Went and laid you on your back now

(We're moving into the valley of the shadow of death

You think there's a script for fighting a war

Without pissing somebody off

Follow the rules and nobody gets hurt

Yes innocent people probably died

Innocent people always die)

This ain't no punchline for rap now

This ain't no stunting or cap now

More past traumatic in fact now

Bear with me, what I'ma ask now

Imagine we altered our paths now

Imagine we all were like Zach now

Before the courthouse, before the poorhouse

After the War in Iraq now

How do we sort all your crap out

How are you suppose to adapt now

Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown

Most them boys aren't coming back now

Most them boys, they've gone and snapped out

Most them boys, they've gone and cracked now

Most them boys, they've gotten cracked out

Still the cops ain't gone and cracked down

Still, you not gon' seat me back down

Still, you not gon' set me back now

Partner on the overpass now

You don't blink, just hold your cash out

Do not think you want to ask how

You only think of your ass now

I only drink 'til I'm blacked out

Just to not think of my past now

Can't sleep a wink, feeling trapped now

Anxiety on attack now

Can't sleep a wink, feeling trapped now

Anxiety on attack now

Know what you think must be whacked out

He ain't no threat, he gon' back out

He on the brink of collapse now

If I'm on the brink, you all waxed now

If I'm on the brink, got the Mack out

Why you think I own a mask now

Do not think you want to ask how

Do not think y'all want to ask how

This ain't no stunting, no cap now

This ain't no punching-in slaps now

Bury me under my trap house

Grew up no Jerry, no Stackhouse

No pot to piss in , but got called a piston

By all of the Catties I asked out

Now this hit different, it's somehow sufficient

Since putting Baddie and Boom-Clap out

Now they greet me with congrats now

Wishing they'd seen it, they assed out

Ain't no fucking pulling back out

I'm fucking em' up while I cash out

While I dash out, get the dash out

No beef but nigga a cash cow

My right foot all on the gas now

My left one all on their ass now

This ain't no punching-in raps now

This ain't no punchline for slaps now

Is what it is, life is short lived

Far be it for me to ask how

KWOAT

(Mr. Bush when are you going to apologize

For the million Iraqi's that are dead because you lied

You lied about weapons of mass destruction

You lied about connections to 9-11

You lied about Iraq being a threat

You sent me to Iraq, you sent me to Iraq in 2003

My friends are dead, Joshua Castille

You killed people, you lied

You lied about W.M.D.'s

A million Iraqi's are dead because you lied

My friends are dead because you lied

You need to apologize

APOLOGIZE)