What goes around, comes In his own he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still to learn a lesson All must be settled, no question
The echo from machine gun simmers A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get Key swingin' back and forth on the The stench is only part of the condition
As he waits for the to clear All he heard was the from the bomb that kept ringin' in his ear Along with gun barrin' troops, fatigues and boots From far away, night or day, you hear 'em shoot
a very unforgiven and hostile environment Where hardware is the only requirement A world where the deceased is a thing of the past And each and every advance is costly than the last
A President's madness, for losses Political forces, littered with corpses Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one
question they reason for bein' here Face an incredible odd and a recession so severe in the shadow of a terrible loss And the atmosphere, even air can cost
A place where the majority is for self With the agenda not far beyond, wealth like, either you eat, or you die from hunger Starving to death, the coroner calls your number
With no bread to bite or break from off the The had exceeded the number of cradles When it's dark, danger across the plateau Unmaskin' your deceit, in the that sat low
These stompin' grounds are known to bring Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for And died from of a miserable death, his final His biggest downfall was from the he left
What around, comes around In his own he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to a lesson All debts must be settled, no
What goes around, comes In his own he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still to learn a lesson All debts be settled, no question