One, two, three, four… Go! At first I felt proud of my green suit and the crown. So I’m a warrior, too soon and too young, but that’s how it work, when you’re a shit’n’bum. They gave me a gun, a weapon, a knife, a tank and the hardest helmet of them all. ‘Cos my head is too thick to plant any thoughts. So I’m a soldier fighting for the country I don’t belong to. I swear to be faithful and righteous, ‘cos that’s the sort of shit ass I have become. One Man Army! I wake up every morning and I get the m. f#©kin’ heavy shoes under my bed. Of course a playboy under my head. I forgot the smell of a good weed. The weed I love to smoke all day long. But still I manage to have fun with practical war action and I don’t know what to fight for anymore. Then I kick some ass with a bullet in my head. I got the sand in my eyes and I don’t feel a thing. Yeah! But from time to time you get your favourite twelve gram delivery of happy weed. The shit that makes me down is the haircut like a guy in that Forrest film. That makes me a wiener and still an asshole, I hoped I’d never know. Only a couple of months of this game and I’m off to f#©k a nice bitch and don’t f#©k with my brain.