Find me lost among my memories
confused but not dazed
only slightly amazed, to find that my life has not changed.
Still it has struggle and to double my troubles;
anothers life I am partially responsible for.
Tell me how this could be, how could it be up to me?
I'm too young for all of this.
A generation has been lost and I'm add to the statistcs.
Go to war to get to school.
The programed thoughts of many fools.
Become a hated hero, in the name of greed.
You may find yourself angry because you don't really know what I mean.
I can run miles,swim lakes, desguise myself as a bush! I can hit a living target without my morales being shook.
Many don't agree with all the lives that we took.
But the reasons that I do it, is because I can't afford books.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!!
With it's streets paved in gold.
40 rounds is my war cry, because that's what my clip holds.
But at night I cry inside because this is not my home, and my brothers won't make it back to see how their kids have grown.