Up down left and right,
Hut two three four.
Like Dominos you fight,
Only to hit the floor.
To be rollin’ head strong,
Blowing everything up in my way.
You may think Im wrong,
But this may be your last day.
You picked up a gun and stood for war,
Flying bullets stray every which way.
You can’t hide behind a door,
Damn this aint your day.
Because up down left right,
Hut two three four.
Like dominos you fight,
Only to hit the floor.
You left your mouth run,
You’re ready to die.
You pick up a gun,
But inside you cry.
You’re thrown out into the field,
With camo on your back.
You never asked to wield a gun,
But you Still ended up in Iraq.
Only to know up down left right,
Hut two three four.
Like dominos you fight,
Only to hit the floor.
You only got one life to keep,
As bullets are combing your hair.
So you dare take the leap,
Into the barrel you stare.
So your mom receives a US note,
As she reads, she can’t Bare it all.
But destiny has been wrote,
And you hit the wall.
Falling up down left right,
Hut two three four.
Like Dominos you fight,
Only to hit the floor.
Up down left and right,
Hut two three four.
Like dominos you fight,
Only to hit the floor.
Only to hit the floor. |
Submission Name: 3 White dots and a Black Truth
