P.O.W

I am a prisoner of war, though I did not sign a contract to go on tour
but since day 1 I lived, Vietnam, Gulf War, Desert Storm, the events of Pearl Harbor
I lived the life of a 2nd Ranger Battalion on Normandy Shores
searching for my D Day, praying for victory
punching, kicking, biting, clawing, no peace....no rest, til death do us part these vices have a grip on me
Unholy matrimony,  my soul bleeds infatuation over saturation
calculated instant gratification
poison libations brewed, domesticated torture
shot ,after shot, after shot freshly filtered integration
white and brown,
fire BURN goin down the hatch
the stench seeping thru the cracks
I'm convinced that I'm out matched
My hands are tied, blind, blurry, blackouts fills this empty pit
Facing the gun line like what's more special than 17-38's
17-65 on the rocks flow like water under the bridge
Intoxicating
inebriated, liberation, FADED
as liver cirrhosis captives dance on my tongue pellet
I am a prisoner of War, my captures rats carcinogenic arsenic the type thats into chemical Torture, ages shed in the gas chambers I've been in
filled with compounds of Hydrogen cyanide, formaldehyde Tar hugs my lungs and crystallize like jewels inside
They keep pesticides for those who try to bug their operation
toxins with killer instincts - that'll put down ants to killer whales like it's common nature
Short wind, long pull, stick game sticking with you for the long haul
stick game put the fire to yo lips like don't stall
inhale then pause, exhale, free fall, stick game short or long quick draw
yeah, this is that stick talk, that stick talk
that newport, that Marlboro, that Camel, that pall malls
this is that 8 x 10 4 walls lost cause, that leukemia,  esophageal cancer, heart attack, stroke
that emphysema, asthma, that diabetes, arthritis, choke
lip locking The leading cause of death then blowing kisses of second hand smoke
I am a prisoner of war, abducted by insurgents from the ProCraSti-nation
A rowdy bunch of foreign-natives who speak our Language with different meanings
They're form of Torture is mental, dealing with smoking mirrors
they show you success make you believe in change then take your words in twist it
Twisted perverted sickness
ill business with districts surrounded by burning bridges distant
Overdrawn bank accounts,  Over-dose of street drugs and prescriptions
12 steps away from relapsing, no form of support system
disowned, Disrespected, Done, You might as well stick a fork in him
Procrastinators will have you in love but fearing any commitment
Procrastinators will have you stuck on narcotics doped up and acting senseless
Procrastinators will have you making promises you can't keep to yourself, peers and children
Procrastinators will have you procrastinating and only leave you restricted
we all are Prisoners Of War, the wounds are self inflicted
My personal battles and god's will abled me today to paint this picture
until you realize your worst enemy is inner me you will never gain inner peace
so i want you all to dig deep to you reach Victory
I am a Prisoner of war Though I did not sign up to go on tour but since day 1 I lived Vietnam, Gulf War, Desert Storm, the events of Pearl Harbor, I lived the life of a second Ranger Battalion on Normandy Shores searching for my D Day, praying for victory
Punching, Kicking, biting clawing, no peace, no rest Til my darkness is given Light so I fight and I fight till I'm given LIFE.
I Am A Prisoner Of War