Columbian Ties

[Chorus: True Master]

What goes around comes around

In his own iniquity, he dies through Columbian ties

Fated back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson

All debts must be settled, no question

[Verse 1: GZA]

The echo from machine gun rounds simmers

A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer

Keys swinging back and forth on the ignition

The stench is 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 bearing 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 the deceased is just a thing of the past

And each and every advance is more costly than the last

A President's madness, responsible for losses

Political forces, land littered with corpses

Like the youth in the street who gamble and gets scarred

Even the troops in the field bet it all on 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 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 obsessions, he murder for portions

And died from of a miserable death, his final undoing

His biggest downfall was from the people he left

[Chorus: True Master]

What goes around comes around

In his own 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 own iniquity, he dies through Columbian ties

Fated back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson

All debts must be settled, no question