4Th25 - Live From Iraq Lyrics

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v1

Every days like a gamble here

This is no joke

This is live from iraq

Where were prayin we make it home

True gutter for you fuckers

Think its gutter where you from

Here its life by the second

This is everything wrong

This is not your beef on the block

No its not that simple

Here its more than gunfire

They shootin rockets and missiles

This is up armor kits

And bulletproof windows

We sleep with body armor blankets

And kevlar pillows

In a country

Where when anybodys talking they lyin

And wherever there is a soldier

There is schrapnel flyin

59 of us april 4th

8 of us dyin

This is your thug turnt punk

This is grown men crying

This is bombs in the street

Blowin up when i drive buyem

Or its rpg's launched at me

This is nothing problems

The true definition of goin hard

No games

This is hundreds of bodies

In the streets when we bang

Chorus

Cause this is live from iraq

Home of too many soldiers graves

Where for our country

We gamble with our lives everyday

And there are no blue skies here

Every colors gray

This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved

And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay

While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed

And every convoy that rides out

Constantly getting sprayed

But we don't fold hands

The cards we are dealt get played

V2

This is

Nights wit no supper man

Home aint promised man

Long journeys qualified

Hell from a promise land

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Dreams feel real but not as real

As tomorrow man

Wish life was like contra

Than life then i could borrow man

No instant replays

No highlights any days

When balls get dropped

You cant challenge the play

This is the wrath of equipment

No refs to stop the clippin

This no timeouts casue father time

Is still ticken this is yeah

Future in the air

Pain sculpted in stone

Families sheddin tears

Cause they sons aint comin home

This is more than a gamble

And i'll give you the truth

Plenty of lives lost

Over a scandal

Turning more than a cheek

Warm hearts turn cold

Higher people in command

Planning wit no type of goals

This is your own exposed

Media cast and the scoop

Covered over the answers

Cause you cant handle the truth

Chorus

Cause this is live from iraq

Home of too many soldiers graves

Where for our country

We gamble with our lives everyday

And there are no blue skies here

Every colors gray

This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved

And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay

While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed

And every convoy that rides out

Constantly getting sprayed

But we don't fold hands

The cards we are dealt get played

V3

For some this is the answer

To a whole lot of issues

Sure its politics back home

Here its bullets thru our tissue

This is trying to draw contact

Hopin they miss you

This is one mortar round from

Bein over no continues

This is nothing yall been thru

Yall aint seen shit

And this is not whats on the news

What really happens aint printed

This is your one mistake

Bein everbody elses business

Whether they see their family

Or its funeral home visits

This is 150 degrees

3 months out of the fiscal

250 g's when that ied hits you

This is 60 miles an hour

Thru ambush zones

This is dead animals with

Explosive devices on em

This is the home of direct fire

Where everybodys a target

When you find out some people aint hard

They just talk shit

Definitely nothing pretty

This is no picnic

This is trying to hold fire

Without burnin your fingers

Chorus

Cause this is live from iraq

Home of too many soldiers graves

Where for our country

We gamble with our lives everyday

And there are no blue skies here

Every colors gray

This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved

And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay

While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed

And every convoy that rides out

Constantly getting sprayed

But we don't fold hands

The cards we are dealt get played

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