[Vents]

Word 'em up, check it out, yo..

1975, born, feeling warm and the world cold
Elizabeth pigeonholed blue-collar mould
Got kicked out of school at fourteen

Rolled with a bad scene, smoked a bit of green
Regular %#@!, drifting around, rolling stone
Found a job in the abattoir, feeling alone

Jetted to the outback, trying to bounce back
Met a chick, had a couple of kids, rang dad, how's that?
Didn't quite go to plan, moved to Japan

Seeing original man dying for land
in Kosovo, Milosevic gotta go
Murdering kids, burning people in their homes proper bro

Came back less than a veteran
Thinking bout the reckoning, who is God? The benevolent
No more running, took twenty-three years

but I $#&@ing found something that mean something, c'mon!

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You just move with such stamina

[Vents]

Check it out, yo..
Ay, 1999 born again, Pakistan back at school
Roll with a tool thinking about Gods rule

Bounced to Kabul, something to live for
Something to die for, white boy down by law
Word the $#&@ up, studied to kill

Physical stamina, leave your fatigue bloody for real
And I might have to cause right next door
they murdering little kids, land-mines in the floor

And I heard that they're brothers of mine
And they praise the same God, so why they try $#&@ing with divine
law that been there before?

The same government that paid us paid them much more
And the day I got caught, said "Bro, man we one in the same"
and he put a magazine to my brain

And they sent me to the Guantanamo Bay
with a gun runner, but Ill be out in one summer


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[Vents]

Yo, yo, yo.. checking out the infidel
Listen well, praying for a prison cell
Lights on, never dark, can't sleep, man this is hell

Isolated, no charge but I'm crime related
Very $#&@ing cold and they like 'em naked
Blindfold, hoping that I fold

Make the pain a little better if you do what you're told
They torture you, who the $#&@ you been talking to?
Drown slow mother$#&@er, much more for you

Starving, they laughing, barking threats
Pointing weapons at my head, feeling half possessed
Handcuffed till my wrists numb

Five years in a black hole, no trial, nowhere to run
Dad and no mum, ain't phoning them
In a vacuum feeling like alone again

Never could sit still but when they let me out I'ma
hit the road and move with such stamina