Walking through the valley of the shadows of death
my steps are shaky, my thoughts are infested with mutilated flesh
unloading shells while rich children listen to jingle bells
all my crew is damned to hell
From sins without repentance
our destiny seems to be life imprisonment
I want to consummate the cycle;
but the slums are infested with thugs
that love the loud sound of the 4-4 slug
Escaping capture
but can't out run the rapture
the coming of the beast, the triple-six
eliminating the flesh and blood of souls that were
left behind the enemy lines
Now all we have left to fight the struggle is our
underground guerrillas
who are prepared to take the guillotine or 10,000 rounds of
bullets
The battle is waging forward
our warriors are decreasing, but the cause is never ceasing
Releasing the cocked gloc and picking up a spiritual book
feeding our tool that sits between our two shoulders
enabling us to carry the weight of 10ton boulders
Now you know the true meaning of a
Warrior Soldier...