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This is the life of a toy soldier,
Armed with a toy rifle and looking so trifle
But within him is a war.
Maybe a war game
But it won't be a game if he end's up in troy,
Probably as Achilles with a smashed heel
But still revered as a hero.
Retry posting him up in the west.
Does that move really kinda ring a bell..?
Mr. Hitler gon' hit'chu in the face,
And six million Jews gon' end up in they graves.
They call one a hero, the other one a villain,
What matters is...
That you know that they are both soldiers and there was a war,
But have you ever tried getting a focus in concentration camps,
Or a starving soldier in the Biafran war..??
You gon' know that secession ain't an option,
Eyes to the hills (heels) Achilles don't help son,
Internal war and they calling it civil,
Left to the fight,
You ain't get no peace keeping.
You can't get no peace keeping,
So the folk only wishing,
Chemical weapons biological missions,
Warships (worships) don't help you
understand true religion,
For a soldier who's the victim what a funny intersection,
There's a missile coming through your roof,
While you dialoging, hoping for a truce.
There ain't no treaty getting you treatment as a friendly,
Can't reconcile with a permanent enemy.
You might end up as a prisoner of war in detention,
There's a war in the air for your soul,
Did I mention..??
This is the life of a toy soldier (Errr),
Dressed as a general,
With the mind of a sergeant sir, (Errr),
Three stars, ten thousand maybe twenty,
Soldiers all under his command sir,
In Afghanistan or Pakistan,
Where they fight at his instance, (Errr, Ummm).
He's a leader with a duty to give orders,
Those ranks show the weight on his shoulders.
His first duty's to protect the country's borders,
Then his soldier's who are going for the slaughter.
So he work's with plan's and plot's,
Like a movie director shooting up a war scene,
But now he's blown everything up when he switched
the wrong role's and is playing the ironic.
See the General with a gun in his hand like a sergeant
on the battle front,
Posted up to world war,
Cheering his soldiers, tellin'em kill a couple hundred's,
Hoping just to win a star, seems like he want's one.
A real general, gon' stay up his post.
Cos everytime he lives,
A hundred soldier's finna die off to the foes.
But now the General's at home playing the sentinel
on top of the roof taking in the wrong view,
There's finna be trouble up in the camp
When the General's missing,
Don't say I never warned you.
Cos' Uriah's gon' get a letter,
Inviting him home telling the bird to go roost,
And when this Cock refuses,
His cockiness finna get roast.
Heavy lies the hand that holds the berretta,
Heavier lies the head that wears the beret.
When cat's claim they kitten's then the kitten's
Gon' starve, they be dying for the milk.
Camouflaged civilians and civilians in camouflage,
It don't matter cos' soldiers won't ever trade they khaki
for the silk.
Military minded, old soldiers never dying,
In a hundred years, you won't be remindin'em the
steps for the marching,
When general's retire,
Lieutenants keep marching,
Till the day when you take the salute only accorded to The Jay'NERAL