Soldiers Account By Timeless Ft Formula Mc
Formula Mc
Dear Diary ,
I really want my damn discharge
Didn't know shit would get this hard
I'm just like my son now, picking at this scar
I'm tired of being in the trenches
Just want to be w/ my boy on park benches
"Daddy, why you have to go?", I'm doing my duty
Always running so these fucks don't shoot me
Constantly, they got me in these fatigues
Oh yeah, my wife sent a picture of the new seed
He's so beautiful, looks like his daddy
Damn Lieutinant saying he's glad they drafted me
Well i'm not, and no, I don't get pleasure
In shooting another, and I will never
But how I feel is so fucking irrelevant
Ain't it fucked, we got a war hungry president
That's not a good precendent...
Good dad ? I been that
But now i'm living in the world of OutKast
Bombs Over Baghdad
I feel like where we're at is a bad trap
So I play my music for comfort, donning a backpack
That fact alone, gets me through the days
I wanna hear my whole family say "Hey!"
Instead, I got Voices of the Dead in my head
They say i'm hallucinating but it's haunting instead
Wait... I hear footsteps in the brush
I really don't mean to end this entry in a rush
But like my mouth, I have to make this pen hush
I'll write later
Michael Bradley
Timeless
Dear Diary,
It’s a cold day even though its summer…. The date is May 1st 1945
I needed to try and write today, as I fear this is my last night alive
Word came yesterday that German soldiers were closing in quickly
600 German troops against our 12 weapons… and a soldier count of 50!!
I try not to think of the days ahead of me… but it’s hard to see the reality
Am I going to die? Will it be quickly? Wish I were home with my Family
I’ll write tomorrow!!
Dear Diary,
Its now May 2nd 1945, I’m still here, and I never thought I’d see today
I had some toast this morning, to build my energy up, to walk 50 miles away
The sun is out at least, but I can see tombstones like air
Hope I write again later, God I prey that you help me. Please care!!
Ill write later!!
Dear Diary,
ARRRGGHH, this is the only way I can get my leg Pain into words
An hour ago we walked into a German trap where a firefight occurred
Bullets flying turning soldiers into stone, leaving the sun as our blood
Saved my friend from blowing up, but got shot in the leg as I got him up
I returned fire!! As I blew back a man…the first time I’ve killed someone
But no one cares where he’s from, I shot another 3 shots and stumbled
We managed to get out of there, but I couldn’t feel me leg
Thought about that man, his family…he now lying without a head
I bet he didn’t even want to fight… like me… a citizen without rights
Well my painkillers are kicking in now…So I’ll write again tonight!!
Dear Diary,
I awake to pain…and to the sounds of missile launchers and planes
I get up and hop outside where I met with chaos, people running away
The siren goes off, I know what this means…
...Light beams and shattered dreams!!!
I can believe I’m still writing all this down I need to hide
But I know ill never see the sight…of my family, friends again…
I’m now going to let go of the pen!!
Tom Peters
News Report
This just in!! A bomb has fallen onto a British war complex killing 30 Britain’s and hurting many others badly
Among the dead that could be identified, were 18 and 19 year olds Tom Peters and Michael Bradley
Their family have been informed and sent their flag and a reef
But there’s many other still out there who haven’t had honours R.I.P