by Kenneth Pacheco

Created on: January 29, 2009

From the the eternal soldiers fallen whispers searching for Jesus. Rather your a Christan Jew Muslim it don't matter me i pray to Jesus And my Army's deices swiftly Russia why you wanna act out will blow your back out. i have deep questions for the lord why don't you like me Allah stuck in a nightmare hoping he might care though my life's hard i play my cards Wonder how things like the Bible and Koran were writin feelingng The USA enemy's creeping up in silence demons all around and me and my crew we crooked demons mistaken for Jews. just a lost soul stuck in times of war we need some one raw to rally the troops like a saint we can count on to cares through although we live in scandalous times cause games like my religion. Im pledging that to the USA I'm dedicated a criminal orintated an outlaw initiated blazed and faded made for terror us up-town major league players pray together The terrorist have pictures of us in our graves well my real partners with swagger like Jessie James play together we went to church but dnt understand it its like were underhanded God gave me these commandments the world is scandalous. im down to go to the middle East an fight with Israels squad blast your holy high baptise your evil minds my eyes are no longer blinded who wanna feel the degrees. i could be lost in my own mind battlefield scar memories let this be my ballet before i grab my pistol and and start unleashing the sandman . feel it nothings colder then reading the ballad of a dead solder completely lost revenge at all cost death to my rivals! what you want lord? only promise to us is death world take a breath and imma be the last one left feel it and fantasys cause the war is the prophecy survival is the strategy rest in peace to my USA com rads thats deices, i got thug love for my nation down to put in some work ready for war like a knight in armor you want to 2 c me in a bodybag this is it end of the road. you dnt hear me though aint no love here 3rd eye watching you feel my ghost put a spell on you words cant explain and you wonder how it feels to get hit by a shooting star. i promise you im going to win even if im solo til the end of time F* the compition. Death is my destiny and everyday im watching my back sayin viva la raza war 4 the cause 21 gun salute to the sky not an outlaw still I rise its that boy Pancho V. my word is gold I was taught to shoot 1st then ask questions you aint down with the Mex you can sick my duck I mean duck my sig I mean suck my D*. Now

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