Is it fair to say that I am
stressing out
I'm stationed in Iraq
and they won't let me out
My homeys said I was stupid
for even joining
My counselor said that my de
cision was disappointing
How she had good for
good state colleges
And with my good grades it wouldn't
have been a problem
But they don't understand
the power of significance
More than brilliance and cer
tainly more than difference
And if you ask me now would I repeat it
Would I fight in a war I don't believe in
Well the answer is if not me
where the cancer is
They been doing this before
Jesus of Nazareth
And after all this time it is still
deadly hazardous
And bush isn't really being
all that inaccurate
When he says we're winning the
war cos its staggering
But that's cause we're killing
everybody that we see
And most of us soldiers
we can barely fall asleep
And time and time again I'm
feeling incompetent
Cos my women back home,
we're constantly arguing
And I must be crazy cos
all I'm obsessing with is
Her Myspace and
Facebook and who's commenting
I swear to god if she's cheatin'
I'm doing her ass in
I can tell with one look and it
came to me
Sounding like something
from a song hook
Meet Sarah,
the proud mother of young Sebastian
Sub urban professional went
to college in shton
In self pity she suddenly cried
Would my life be important if
I suddenly died?
Neighbors saying what a nice
women she was
Keeping mostly to herself ever
since the divorce
And with the company
downsizing and the fall and all
She really shouldn't take
it that personal at all
It wasn't her boss who had
his eyes on her thighs
And got a rise from her rising
off the desk though
And despite remembering
saying no plenty of times
It was still a damn surprise
being let go
And now stuck with a mortgage
she cant afford
And too educated to blame
the corporate world
She got on welfare and hated
it case work a power tripping
And generally being degraded if
Nothing else she was treated
sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this pain
No Morgan Freeman to narrate the shame
So she took refuge and prayer
Kinda like finding god in the phone book
And it came to her sounding
something like a song hook
I guess I told you about myself to a degree
Just by telling you about
people like me
But people like me they
speak politely
They don't start no beef or peace
Everybody gotta eat
but everybody doesn't
Which is why I want to tell
you about my favorite cousin
He and I grew up where the sun shines
And we both partook with the gun crimes
And we both liked American rap rhymes
Even though we didn't
understand one line
If you remember my line of
notes in my last album
I talked about a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been
about 7th grade
But don't panic we both
survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
survived the titanic
But when the country
became frantic
My mother tried to get us out, planned it
To the last detail except
the plan got derailed
Cos there wasn't enough
money for the plain tickets
How bitter when my mother had to
chose who to take with her
So my cousin got left in the war
and that's just hard to recall
But now I take refuge and prayer
Kinda like finding god
in the phone book
It came to me sounding kinda like