Back to the Light

Testo:

© badprimer
He who asks shall receive
I was put through the test
looking for bombs overseas
no choice gotta give it your best.
Whatchu know bout stress, homeboy please
400 rounds on the belt, 120 on my chest
This aint drive-by's and drugs dealt
Counted 12 RPG's an each one was felt.

Them rounds start cracking
Adrenaline through the roof
Bomb blasts sending shockwaves
Vehicles dissappear in the smoke like Poof!
Wonder if my bro's are Okay
They went quiet on the radio's
after their gun truck got blown away
Beggin, hoppin, pleading lord please not today.

See the trigger man standing there and I blow him away.
I'm sorry friend but you ain't taking our lives this way.
Wonder if God will forgive me or if I'll die from soul decay.
For my brothers It's a price I'll have to pay.

We made it home through all that shit
To go our separate ways. Diagnosed PTSD
Put into therapy given pills by psychiatry
Blacked out drunk every night, looking for fights.
Thank God for saving me and bringing me back to the light
Thank you Jesus for answering all my prayers.