This is a story of a Battalion of Marines that came back from Iraq. These are some rhymes that they came home to, and it goes like this...
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One-half of the crew "Fil.a.ment", Leggoe scribbles and dribbles verses of liberty and mixes sound signals like circuitry for the Live shows with his partner in rhyme, Scratch Apostle.
Current acting CEO of LeggoELAND Productions.
Story behind the song
Too many Marines are dishonored by their wives, friends, and families when they leave to foreign lands to protect America from Terrorism. Forgot about, ignored, and taken for granted these warriors receive little support, simple tastes of home and things familiar, that help to stay sane and motivated. The instances in this song range from OIF 1 to OIF 4 all involving 3rd Battalion, 4th Marines and it's all about the "11's", the grunts, the infantryman who work their balls off in a combat zone and get paid about $3.60/hour to do it.
Lyrics
A Rhyme to Come Home To
J. Covert
I know that smell
Bandini, Anbar, it’s like...
Civ Div hows that A/C?
Fresh greens, so tasty, listen...
Welcome back once again friend
Times changed but the trends stayed the same
Hey man you missed it (whats that?)
The marriage, the dresses the Christmas in Paris
Kisses on a ferris, wheels? A Lexus
Thanks for askin man, it was the best gift on my wishlist
Gas guzzling fast (with leather)
And the back half-quarter panel airbags protect us
Super Bowl bets, credit card debt perplexing investments
So I was gonna send a sentence (I swear)
But the pen broke and spilled ink all over the message
And some other BS about fresh stresses
Second guesses and his best intentions
BULLSHIT!
Of all the rhymes to come home to...
Oh you forgot how to use the mail?
BULLSHIT!
It was a rhyme to come home to...
Trust me, I know the smell all too well
Excuses and assholes we all got ‘em
Back from Iraq f___ that I don’t want ‘em
Hell on earth in my heart is what I gone through
And this is the rhyme I come home to?
Excuses and assholes we all got ‘em
Back from Iraq 3/4 we don’t want ‘em
Hell on earth in our mind is what we gone through
And this is the rhyme we come home to?
I been UA but I love you
Why don’t you drop me a line some time
Wrap yer manly arms around me
Its yer hug, yer touch yer love that I need
Where’d the ring on my hand go? (what a coink-i-dink)
I took it off to wash the dishes and it fell down the...
Thoses boots under sheets (um, well)
My brother stayed the night when he had too much to drink
Trust me it was kept real (hows that?)
When the girls danced at the club there was nothing revealed
BULLSHIT!
Of all the rhymes to come home to...
Oh you forgot how to use the mail?
BULLSHIT!
It was a rhyme to come home to...
Trust me, I know the smell all too well
Excuses and assholes we all got ‘em
Back from Iraq f___ that I don’t want ‘em
Hell on earth in my heart is what I gone through
And this is the rhyme I come home to?
Excuses and assholes we all got ‘em
Back from Iraq 3/4 we don’t want ‘em
Hell on earth in our mind is what we gone through
And this is the rhyme we come home to?
[Break]
This is a story, of a battalion
Of Marines that came back from Iraq
These are some rhymes that they came home to, and it goes like this...
my pen broke, I got busy I didn’t kiss him (he kissed me)
3/4 29 motherf_____ palms 0311
you got a asshole, you got excuses
I got a asshole but I got my two cents
You got a man and you know to use him
But I got a plan and Im writin the blueprint
See unlike you I choose to get off my asshole
Craft up a message no matter the hassle
Carve out a piece of my heart from Jurassic
Mix and master till you feel emotional magic
And yeah the mailroom loses shit like its cool
And comm. Is limited for India too
The fobbits have their fob-a-drama like its high school
And regiment keeps the website anything but fine-tuned
But I know that I know that a pen don’t cost much
And a pad and a pen costs but a couple of bucks
Not askin for a package full of cookies and cake
Just wanna know there’s a home outside of this place
Not askin you to stay at home with hand locks
Just wanna know our love is true and lasts past the sandbox
Not askin you to politic and support the war
Just need to know yer waiting cuz Im worth waiting for...
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