What goes around comes around
In his only iniquity, he dies through Columbian ties
Fated back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson
All debts must be settled, no question

The echo from machine gun round simmers
A fallen solider, his gun hangs on his shoulder, lights get dimmer
Key swinging back and forth in the ignition
The stench was only part of the horrible condition
As he waits for the smoke to clear, all he heard was the blast
From the bomb that kept ringing in his ear
Along with gun barring troops, fatigues and wearing boots
From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot
It's a very unforgiving and hostile environment
Where military hardware is the only requirement
A world where where deceased is just a thing of the past
And each and every advance is more costly then the last
A president's madness, responsible for losses
Political forces, land littered with corpse
Like the youth in the street who gamble and get scarred
Even the troops in the field bet it all one one card
Some question their reason for being here
Facing incredible odds and a recession that's so severe
Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss
And the atmosphere where even breathing air can cost
A place where the majority is going for self
With the agenda not far from beyond personal wealth
It's like, either you eat or you die from hunger
Starving to death until the coroner calls your number
With no bread to bite or break from off the table
The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles
When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau
Unmasking your deceit in the streets that sat low
These stomping grounds are known to bring misfortune
Fueled by his obsession, he murdered for portions
And died of a miserable death, his final undoing
His biggest downfall was from the people he left

What goes around comes around
In his only iniquity, he dies through Columbian ties
Fated back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson
All debts must be settled, no question
What goes around comes around
In his only iniquity, he dies through Columbian ties
Fated back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson
All debts must be settled, no question

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Bronze Nazareth, Derrick R L Harris, Gary E Grice