| What goes around, comes around | |
| In his own iniquity he dies, through | |
| Columbian ties | |
| Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson | |
| All debts must be settled, no question | |
| The echo from machine gun rounds simmers | |
| A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer | |
| Key swingin' back and forth on the ignition | |
| The stench is only part of the horrible condition | |
| As he waits for the smoke to clear | |
| All he heard was the blast from the bomb that kept ringin' in his ear | |
| Along with gun barrin' troops, fatigues and wearin' boots | |
| From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot | |
| It's a very unforgiven and hostile environment | |
| Where military hardware is the only requirement | |
| A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past | |
| And each and every advance is more costly than the last | |
| A President's madness, responsible for losses | |
| Political forces, land littered with corpses | |
| Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred | |
| Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card | |
| Some question they reason for bein' here | |
| Face an incredible odd and a recession that's so severe | |
| Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss | |
| And the atmosphere, even breathin' air can cost | |
| A place where the majority is goin' for self | |
| With the agenda not far beyond, personal wealth | |
| It's like, either you eat, or you die from hunger | |
| Starving to death, until the coroner calls your number | |
| With no bread to bite or break from off the table | |
| The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles | |
| When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau | |
| Unmaskin' your deceit, in the streets that sat low | |
| These stompin' grounds are known to bring misfortune | |
| Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions | |
| And died from of a miserable death, his final undoin' | |
| His biggest downfall was from the people he left | |
| What goes around, comes around | |
| In his own iniquity he dies, through | |
| Columbian ties | |
| Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson | |
| All debts must be settled, no question | |
| What goes around, comes around | |
| In his own iniquity he dies, through | |
| Columbian ties | |
| Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson | |
| All debts must be settled, no question |
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