A Rose Or a Rifle

Don't get it twisted just because my smile is nice I signed up for the war not once but twice When I went to Iraq I dodged death and it's stunts but when I got home I smoked blunts and stayed drunk. Now I can't sleep and I'm messed up in the head I wake up having nightmares and I keep pissing the bed. I talk in my sleep and I walk in my sleep instead of counting the sheep I think of killing the sheep. People tap me on the shoulder, I think I'm being attacked So I a ball up my fist because I don't know how else to react. I get really depressed, I never used to be this way It's a struggle for a brotha to live day by day Don't say you love me because you think you know me if you got love for the troops then you better show me I am 33 and I at least want to see 35 I don't want to be popping pills for the rest of my life. I want to win in this game of survival Will I live for the rose or will I die by the rifle.