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Lackland

“Wassup y’all,
It’s been two months already.
I’ll tell y’all all about it.”

Yuh, yea,
Look.
Slowly passed the days that I counted before I got in,
And they already had the tickets to the bus that I’d hop in.
And never considered my own self if I woulda’ tried stoppin’,
I taste the bitter of no health I got my mind locked in a..

Little world where I’m a good boy (never was a sinner),
‘Magine my own self struggling (huntin’ a buck for dinner).
Runnin’ away ain’t solvin’ it (so a bullet pierces it’s skin),
Administer killers through voluntary systems (wonder who’s sicker).

Me or the man who slaved in shame and paved the way,
For my generation to pledge & march in days of rain.
Not even the slightest clue on how to take away the pain and,
I couldn’t seize up these thoughts on my way to basic training.

I went in with good intentions most didn’t believe me,
They need to see me.
My good friends wish me luck even though they don’t want me leavin’,
I guess it’s even.
Compared to them it’s just to better myself cuz I just be rappin’,
So wha’s happenin’?
The more I think about it they must be sitting back home and laughing,
While I’m in Lackland.

Yeah,
Finally set foot chillin’,
Up in the airport.
Saw other cats there sittin’,
We joining the Airforce.
And that was the grave I’m diggin’,
But it was my dared choice.
Would we be end up killing,
A couple of scared boys?

That mighta’ been not the real case,
But it definitely crossed thru my thoughts,
The TI’s expectations level to makin us to follow like bots.
Dorm Alpha 1 – 322nd’s where we filled up our slots,
A few days in and some already wanna tie they necks up in knots.

But that was the nature they cultivated,
They make it way too insane for those that think its a game.
When in truth, it really is.
You just gotta know how to mentally play it,
I should never say it but motherfuck a reporting statement.

I went in with good intentions most didn’t believe me,
They need to see me.
My good friends wish me luck even though they don’t want me leavin’,
I guess it’s even.
Compared to them it’s just to better myself cuz I just be rappin’,
So wha’s happenin’?
The more I think about it they must be sitting back home and laughing,
While I’m in Lackland.

The day came when we had to get our neurotic shots,
To stabilize all our systems but man it was too much.
And the side effects on the wall said one was pox,
But I didn’t care I knew I was in favor with the odds.
Sike.

A few days later woken up on my bed, froze,
Just got so sick that I was feelin’ hella dead bro.
Went to Reid and cant believe at what they said tho,
That I was goin home they sendin me to med hold.

That was the place that I actually spent a month in,
The atmosphere was chill you could slack and no one’s frontin’.
But the thing that got to me was the fact they gave us
Priviledges at the cost of cleanin the crap out of latrines and then..

Limit us to cut-offs and back to confiscation like that,
Just straight up felt like we calaboose insurgents.
And for us who got some birthdays they pass like
No one’s bussiness wha’s happenin’ to this shit like
No cap, can’t understand it.

But that’s just the side of me that’s really pissed
And wants to hate it,
The truth is I understood that my body
Couldn’t take it.
Maybe the brighter side is now that I’m
Back home in Vegas,
But to those who believed, Im sorry y’all,
I didn’t make it.

I went in with good intentions most didn’t believe me,
They need to see me.
My good friends wish me luck even though they don’t want me leavin’,
I guess it’s even.
Compared to them it’s just to better myself cuz I just be rappin’,
So wha’s happenin’?
The more I think about it they must be sitting back home and laughing,
While I’m in Lackland.

“Aye shouts out to my 322nd boys man. Burges,
Davis, and the ones I came with from Vegas;
Thompson, Weatherspoon, Sadri,
Hope y’all doin’ good man.
And where’s all my medhold boys like,
Del Toro Alpha 6..y’a.. I told y’all that I’ll
Make this song about.. fuckin’ BMT and
All medhold & shit but, it’s all good y’know..
You just gotta.. CLEH HAL SKERrE TREH!”

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