Shit…..looks like me,or not, shit,
This was me
not my fault…
yesterday I got stabbed by the fucking marrocans, (didn´t say muslim)
just the bunch of thief´s in my town
before i leave i promise they will be underground
so I fight in ¨ the dark ugly piece of shit sand¨,
called for some Afghanistan or Afghanishiit
they do pay me for that, so at least if I made it
I hade some dough to buy a hooos!
That is me sexxxxxyyyyyy!!!
A hero was made
And it was deployed and redeployed
THe idiot loved the adrenaline
As much as our bondship and not so much the bloodshit
get out of here, fucking hot, writing shit that is not s.. I forgot.
As I walk through this valley
of a shadow of death
it doesn´t take me my breath
i just revive
i`ll rock the ship
i love not having money
lets see if you are up to do whatever for that honey
Young men full of pride,
cockiness is one word they can not hide.
They train intensively for battle, wanting blood inside,
that cage that they will rattle.
Then, reality hits them when they get to experience the real mortality,
but for most,
the training is so ingrained in them,
they take pride(some) and find a place in their,
their minds are set in neutrality
working and working with that mortality.
People from all walks of life,
really putting their life´s
in each others knifes.
That small group of men, a young one normally,
are the brotherhood, you don´t really like the guy next to you,
but in most intensest you can bet your life that he will do his job
to protect you and me goes to him….I think I lost a ring,
that is brotherhood, not friendship.
never heard someone like you
although in the beginning i would say fuck you…
it is human nature, simple as that
i like to sometimes write pure
if you have that might,
it is a real might
to expose yourself right