作词 : Boitumelo Molekane 作曲 : Marques Kincaid Verse 1 Rain trickling window pane whistling Pain gripping me it's cold but it ain't Switzerland I lay in a state brain fizzling away Stay visiting the day chasing the sins away With a bottle of Jack Daniel's 8 feet away And a lot back tracking I hate being this way I hate being afraid when the thunder sounds like grinades Floating back to '82 when we came under a raid They coming to claim the brave when the army invade Stray bullet from the AK made my momma a grave I am hardly awake running in undergarments to spray Harm me a Jake Regardless what leg and arm that it takes Wake up in cold sweats apartment low rent Dazed I cover my ears like hand free phone sets Solitude devours this lowly war vet Like Old women with no children and four pets I go vex when people today protest Like they ain't got freedom but **** it I know less I know death and cold Steel from cold techs And winter nights in prison locked in a cold cell Boxed and so frail dropped to the floor stressed scream the soul dressed in me got no self esteem hopeless to dream, low self esteem Its hopeless to dream Chorus DON'T BE ALARMED OR PLAY HOLIER THN THOU YOU DRINK OR SMOKE IT GOES IN NY ARM PICK YOUR MEDICINE GOD! I WAS A SOLDIER BEFORE NO GUNS BUT STILL CAUGHT IN THE WARS PTSD! NAH DON'T PLAY HOLIER THAN THOU YOU DRINK OR SMOKE IT GOES IN NY ARM PICK YOUR MEDICINE GOD! I WAS A SOLDIER BEFORE NO GUNS BUT STILL CAUGHT IN THE WARS PTSD! Verse 2 I know it's a lot to swallow in a song But whole volumes come along And roll by with no result And folks argue when they walk Like don't bother me at all I wont bother you, a job is all hunting for annoyed When they front and floss at yours Like Barbie dolls in malls Walking close to walls I've probably crossed the border Of lost onto assault, the war's tortured result The world don't give a **** So I throw caution to dust Rob most of their stuff They all sow me erupt but dont call me a thug I am just forced to get buck And Pour salt in their mug start coughing it up I am life's nauseous stuff A veteran, hero meddle with heroine needle peddling And it get even better than medicine People said that it settles evil lurking embedded deep in your shirt and the Medals mean shit in the end Breathe again friend the fires roar close to your gut It will cost you a heart just for you to shoulder the odds But don't be alarmed I swear being sober is hard One time I stayed a week without knowing a drop No neddle pop, no weed, no pot, no illegal rocks Two weeks of job hunting I am back on the streets sloshed Have deranged, past that stage laugh at rage That's insane cast the flame, mastered pain Memories flash the brain I collapse I am maimed Chorus DON'T BE ALARMED OR PLAY HOLIER THN THOU YOU DRINK OR SMOKE IT GOES IN NY ARM PICK YOUR MEDICINE GOD! I WAS A SOLDIER BEFORE NO GUNS BUT STILL CAUGHT IN THE WARS PTSD! NAH DON'T PLAY HOLIER THAN THOU YOU DRINK OR SMOKE IT GOES IN NY ARM PICK YOUR MEDICINE GOD! I WAS A SOLDIER BEFORE NO GUNS BUT STILL CAUGHT IN THE WARS PTSD!