Dog tags Duffle Bags, canteen, Jim Beam Big Red chewing gum, red pack, nicotine Magazines laying 'round, if they empty, fill them up 7 mags, 30 rounds, battle load, militant Bible in my breast pocket, rifle in my hand Distant sound of helicopters fighting in the land Hellfire, rocket fire, everything is blowing Tank tracks, hummer tires, everything is rollin' 2-40, M-4, everything we holding Frag out, flash bang, everything we throwing Casualties of war, lost a couple brothers fighting for some reasons maybe questionable everything is golden though Lock n loaded, feeling like it's overload. Pull me down Bullets flying like a rodeo without the bull and clown I done seen a hundred rockets hit the ground Dirt landing in my drivers seat, 50 caliber spitting rounds... blaaaooww! Chorus DogTags Dufflebags, p**nstars, centerfolds City boy turned country boi, with that can of skoal DVD players with the bootleg dvds CD players bump boot camp (boot camp click) in the CVC Back home people watch the war from a TV screen Talking sh** like they know, none of yall are seeing me Yall don't know what freedom be This is how I really feel Talking like a rebel but you never seen a battlefield Never had to grab the steel Never felt the rattle reel Never delt with shattered steal Never had to wagon wheel, chill That was militant talk Full sprints til it burns so our citizens walk Shin splints from the ruck sack weight and Teflon plates on my back And bad back I slept on tanks, man The little things that I appreciate Let this bump til the mutha phukin speakers break CHORUS DogTags Dufflebags around my neck, on my back Represent where you from everyday never slack Candles burn for that loss, uniform camoflague Pearl Jam, Aerosmith, flag in my dad's garage Short days long nights, short stay, long fight North Star when I'm lost, been to war all my life War is necessary though Til that cemetery stones placed above my body and I reach the Lord in heavens throne Patriot in stereo Listen, between you and i? Hoping that this talk isn't rap suicide From the desert to the streets, I'm a bad muh f**a Yall call me a sheep, well Baaaa muh f**a Ignorance is bliss, I'm not saying that yall wrong but I'm saying that I'm strong, took a stand muh f**a I'm never scared muh f**a It's just a song so, there muh f**a Chorus