Picked off, one by one,
mothers, sons, uncles,
Aunts, some when fell, shit
their pants/the muscles
See, they start to dance.
Proud?
It was a war/kill them or
they’d kill
First; hand grenade or AK
Aimed at me
And now I wonder if some
mother’s son
Saw me today, what he’d
Say?
In an AK-47 way
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