my mind is workin like a slave
coincidentally so am i
butsin my ass as much as i can
just so that when i die
people have a reason to miss me
have somethin good that they can mention
when their standin at the podium
theres no awkward pauses or hesitation
but right now as it stands
theres not much that can be said
no children in my life
my little brother get all the bread
iv had death wished appon me
and almost seen it come to fruition
iv had people take they shots
but miss me in the end
some tried to run me over
threaten to have me wacked
but the only worry in mind
is the fuckers over in Iraq
my hole plan of attack
is to prepair for the worse
im doin what i must
even if it hurts
if it means rippin off a limb
in order to save the core
then so be it
im sorry right arm
your services are no more
ill train to use my left.
this old dog is goin to learn
cause ill be damned if no one remembers me
after my body is set to burn.