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He travels Vermont’s Route 5 under the cover of darkness, armed with a staple gun and laminated signs the size of a postcard. He was among the lucky ones to eventually make it home — meaning he wasn’t among the war’s 58,000 U. web editor Maggie Cassidy, a pro at poking around the internet, zeroed in on the “Windsor” reference.

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) [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] 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 [Interlude: Vinnie Paz R. The Rugged Man] I don't wanna be here, I'm scared, I just wanna go home You fucking kidding me?! Ain't no sweat, I'm told be 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 Jedi Mind Tricks' astonishing ode to one of the most horrific episodes in American and Vietnamese history, the Vietnam War of the 1950s and ‘60s, benefits from the fiery authenticity of R. the Rugged Man’s mile-a-minute verse, based on the true story of his father, John A. When I wrote this song in 2006 only my brother Maxx had passed away but since then my sister Dee Dee also passed away in 2007.

I like being here, I'm ready (True story…) [Verse 2: R. the Rugged Man] 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. 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! My verse is the completely true story about my father Staff Sgt. Thorburn, he’s a highly decorated war hero, shot down begind enemy lines in Vietnam, he survived but came home affected by Agent Orange causing 2 of his children to be born severely handicapped.

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