If you want to live to be old,
You best do what you're told,
and stay away from strangers.
Don't know who I am? Well let me begin.
in 95' served in Kabul as a ranger.
A cloud of dirt filled the streets,
tanks rolled in and the battle heats,
Civilians awol as bullets grazed.
Tears fill eyes as houses crumble ablazed.
My team savagely gundowned,
All I could hear was the sound,
Lead pierced flesh, the hellish shrieks induced,
An army of one, courageous soldiers reduced,
to fragile men on their knees,
that day, lives were taken by the enemy with ease.
Crouched in the sand behind a beat up ford,
I witnessed a scene of absolute horrid.
Reminiscent of how my younger days be,
My heart grew cold, so now this don't phase me.
Long ago, became immune to pain and strife,
An enemy creeps up so I reach for my rife-,
Fool thinks he'll catch me by surprise,
But if only he could look into my eyes.
If he did then he'd come to realize,
With each step, he's closer to his demise.
Fed up with the wait, I arise.
In the dirt my gun lies.
He smirks as his arrogance amplfies.
Silence as the noise around us dies.
Staring me down he deems he's won this war,
Little did he know he's befallen into my lure,
I begin to count, 1, 2, 3, 4
Jumping over the car, as fire engulfs his core,
You see, this whole time a grenade with his name was resting on the floor.
So talk all you want,
Dance around and render your frivolous taunt.
But remember most of all,
Pride comes before fall.
A grenade with your name,
will await patiently before it puts you to shame.
Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Ski.