Inflation,
bad enough it’s blowing my concentration
to
continue my fight for education
so i
can maintain a decent occupation
not a
drug operation.
so me
and my homey
joined
the army, the service
make
dollars, “be all that you can be”
do
some traveling, see the world for free what suckers were we.
a year
and a half has passed
of
being yelled at, cussed at and getting gassed.
they got me by the collar.
is
this what i signed up for
to
make dollars?
and to
make matter worse
they
sent me to the desert
my
homey went back in a hearst.
stop
the naked aggression
but
the killing machine
as
always it seems, has its collection of
jokers,
misfits, has-beens and such.
but to
the man it doesn’t matter too much.
getting
caught like a fish on a hook.
ya been took!!
A
militant brother with a mind
the
one of a kind the class, the mass
of brass
does
find to be dangerous
in
today’s society they
put us in “combats”
kill
us all for free.
now if
i shot a man today,
guaranteed
life in the can.
take
me a away!!
so
where does it justify a man
with a
gun and a salary
becoming the part of a shooting gallery?
common
sense you achieved can be lost
not to
mention your life,
at
your own cost.
just
like in chess ,
they
grabbed your last rook.
ya been took!!
but
the war goes on.
keep
up the fight before you’re gone.
and
what about all the casualties,
you
think the man will give a damn
about
you and me?
you’re
a fool if you think so.
remember
the last show? just say no!!
yeah, you know we ruffled some feathers then,
and
now we’re back again
with a
new word my friend.
don’t
be taken or your faith will be shaken
and
whatever you hold true
will
be fake and phony
just
like the lie that they told me
“the
life in the army is the one and only”
guess
i had stupid on my face
and
the “judas goat” got me.
but
that ain’t the case today.
the
wool is off my eyes
and
now i realize they was nothing but lies.
in the
rear the copped an attitude
but
then they had to cool it.
‘cause
there were some crazy brothers out there
who
had a bullet or two.
the
brass knew it so the they put on a mask,
and
took up the task to pat me on the back.
but
who asked you to substitute
for my
friend killed in wartime?
his
chance for life is gone,
but
i’m getting mine.
and as
the anger explodes out my head
beside
his graveside just to see him dead.
you
were never there to witness his life end.
you
give his family money they can’t even spend.
the
grief, the pain and the suffering,
your
dirty money can’t even begin
to the loving
for
the feelings of his girl, the feelings of his kid
you
aint even aware of the pain that
you did
and
while his girl is pulling her hair
you’re
worried about your quota and
getting
another sucker out there.
but
this one will be a little smarter,
use
his wits to play a little harder to get.
but
when the goat gets the contract keep in mind,
he
don’t care about you just his behind.
but
when you raise your right hand,
give
him a look, the finger, and then book.
before
you get took.
Text: Stephen
B. Maskall
Music: Just
Say NO Posse
