Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story - R.A. The Rugged Man, Jedi Mind Tricks

I don’t know why I’m over here, this job is evil

They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people

My mother wrote me, said: «The President, he doesn’t care.»

He tryin' to leave the footprints of America here

They say we tryin' to stop Chinese expansion

But I ain’t seen no Chinese since we landed

Sent my whole entire unit, thinkin' we could win

Against the Vietcong guerrillas there in Gia Định

I didn’t sign up to kill women or any children

For every enemy soldier, we killin' six civilians

Yeah, and it ain’t right to me

I ain’t got enough of motherfuckin' fight in me

It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms

But over here they droppin' seven million tons of bombs

I spent my days dodgin' all these booby-traps and mines

And at night prayin' to God that I get back alive

And I’m forced to sit back and wonder

Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder

In a foxhole with nine months left here

Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here

I don’t wanna be here, I’m scared, I just wanna go home

You fucking kidding me?!

Don’t be a pussy!

Don’t you love your country?!

I like being here, I’m ready (True story…)

Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant

Marksman, skilled in killin', illin', I’m able and willin'

Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village

Illegitimate killers, U.S. Military guerrillas

This ain’t no real war, Vietnam shit

World War II, that’s a war, this is just a military conflict

Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin'

Sex, gamblin' and boozin' — all this shit is amusin'

Bitches and guns, this is every man’s dream

I don’t wanna go home where I’m just an ordinary human being

Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit

Gook run when the minigun spit, won’t miss

Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute

Victor Charlie, hair-trigger, hit it, I’m in it to win it

Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it

The killin', I did it, cripple, did it

Pictures I painted is vivid, live it

A wizard with weapons: the secret mission, we 'bout to begin it

Government funded, behind enemy lines

Bullets is sprayin', it’s heatin' up a hundred degrees

The enemy’s the North Vietnamese, bitch please!

Ain’t no sweat, I’m totally at ease

Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees

Tail rotor broke, crash land

American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand

Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us

Them yellow men wearin' black pajamas

They wanna harm us, they all up on us

Bang bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain

To my left, the Captain caught a bullet right in his brain

Body parts flyin', loss of limbs, explosions

Bad intentions, I see my best friend’s intestines

Pray to the one above, it’s rainin', I’m covered in mud

I think I’m dyin', I feel dizzy, I’m losin' blood

I see my childhood, I’m back in the arms of my mother

I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights

I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights

Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types

I must’ve died, then I woke up, surprised I’m alive

I’m in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived

I escaped the war, came back

But ain’t escape Agent Orange: two of my kids born handicapped

Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic

Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness — name it, they had it

My son died, he ain’t live

But I still try to think positive, ‘cause in life, God take, God give