I think the reason people talk shit and ride my dick ,Is because I do what I fucking please when I want too.
People give me shit for this statement because I’m a soldier.
But the Army has opened more doors and shown me more of life,
Than your mothers couch and friends car.
After the accident I realized life’s to short to be scared,
But because I keep scraping by the skin of my teeth,
and I’m a huge addict for my heart racing,
I choose to push this envelope ,
hell maybe this is what will keep me alive.
Or maybe it’ll all catch up.
But I can regret shit when Im dead right?
( Maybe even catch up on some well needed rest. )
For now I’ll live and love what I do.
Oh and fuck all you shit talking service guys, run that pretty mouth while Im
dragging your ass through the mountains .
As much as I despise you loud mouth bastards ,
In the end all we are , are tools .
Once we’re broken and exhausted they’ll cast us out,
and all these starry eyed little girls,
they’ll be on to next one with something to brag about.
But to the rest of the guy’s who signed there lives away to defend these idiots,
Till the day my ass is in a box in the ground .
Way to much thinking,
From what Im told its from all the drinking,
"The only thing made of steel on me anymore are these dog tags.
My nerves are shot.”