I was in NAMM, back in 72.
I was trapped behind enemy lines.
With my entire squad dead.
They thought they had killed everyone.
Except for me. They was right.
Major H, everyone's dead,
take heed it might be. What?
The last breath you breathe,
I'm about to spray bullets close range.
Have them dancin' like an episode
of Soul Train ain't chill, money,
they still about a hundred yards away
Let them get a little closer
I ain't cool, cause I smell death
Plus I got the hand grenade in the 9mm
Yes sir, I got a wife back in post
And if I don't make it back,
here's a letter that I wrote
but you're gonna make it back
In the front T, what's the location?
you're gonna leave them scarred
Don't shoot until they detonate
I got a lock and crosshair,
it's true guerrilla warfare
God have mercy on my soul,
I feel my heart pounding,
There it goes, let him have it
Take that to hell, you bastard
but don't take us for a joke
plus the fucking radios broke
flare off towards the bay
You better pray the chopper
Give me the hand grenade,
Cause all you got left is
I hear the chopper, throw the bomb,
where the most soldiers at
Yes, there's only three standing
Let's be out before the chopper
You go, I'll hold them off,
I'm gon' need some first aid
I caught one in the head, one in the ribs
my wife's about to have a kid
I'm still in the barracks,
not enough dough to buy a chair
put you on my shoulders and run