[Chorus] What goes around comes around In his only iniquity he died Through Columbian Ties Fated back to the essence Still forced to learn a lesson All debts must be settled No question The echo from machine gun round simmers A fallen solider His gun hangs on his shoulder Lights get dimmer Key swinging back and forth in the ignition The stench was only part of the horrible condition As he waits for the smoke to clear All he heard was the blast From the bomb that kept ringing in his ear Along with gun barring troops Fatigues and wearing boots From far away Weather night or day You hear them shoot It's a very unforgiving and hostile environment Where military hardware the only requirement A world where where deceased is just a thing of the past And each area advance is more costly then the last A presidents madness Responsible for losses Political forces Land litter with corpse Like the youth in the street who gamble and get scarred Even the troops in the field Bet it all one one card Some question their reason for being here Facing incredible odds And a recession that so severe Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss And the atmosphere where even breathing air can cost A place where the majority is going for self Where the agenda is not far from beyond Personal wealth Is like Either you eat Or you die from hunger Starving to d**h till the coroner calls your number With no bread to bite or break from off the table The casket had exceeded the number of cradles When this dark danger falls across the plateau A mask in the disseat in the streets that sat low These stomping grounds are known to bring misfortune Fueled by his obsession He murdered for portions And died of a miserable d**h His final undoing and biggest downfall was from the people he left [Chorus x2]