STORM

Cleanin the pipes
Riddin em all of the dirt and the mice
Shit gettin real, the hueys in flight
We got eyes in the bushes, ain't tellin you twice

Your force don't suffice
Fortunate son while you beg for your life
But nobody listens, you're left here to die
Just as a reminder it's ok to cry

Humvees in the background of a desert sky
Muzzle flash blinding like a broke strobe light
Cold sweats when I come home late night

Sweet sweet smell of a napalm strike
Walkin like god, you can see my stride
Don't act right, you can see this knife

Born in the cold
I know pressure when I'm in it
I was bred in the snow
I'm in ice but she ain't wit it
Don't aim high, i hit low
I keep makin bad decisions
Want me to stay, but i gotta go
Gotta keep stayin on top of my dough