I’m black and rough,
All Thanks to God,
Who made me so.

This time I’m back,
For the good old days,
When we were young and free.

Don’t say a word,
Be mindful of your actions,
Your ideology and perception,
People are crazy and wild,
Don’t give them reasons to tide.

The soldier kid is brave,
Senseless I mean,
He knew he will die,
On a single command,
His life ends,
For another life he tends to keep.

My foolishness is stored,
My heroic moments preserved,
I’m on a destructive service,
Kill or be killed,
Whoever lives is wise,
He who dies is wack,
For a humble life that’s hacked,
Designed for blood and sorrow.