Civilian Affairs   Written by: William Branch, John K. Wells, Virgil Byrd, Brady Goodwin      Hook:   Armed to the tooth   Me and all my troops   No time for a truce   There’s only time for truth   No room for fear, or regular cares   Steer clear of civilian affairs      Hold up, Soldier   Salute   If you’re goin’ up   Salute   Throw it up   Salute   Throw it up   Salute      Verse 1   I’m a soldier   Boy I told ya’,I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder   Biblical clips, better load up   The snare in the drums goes snap   The lyrical tongue cocks back   The air in my lungs flows and that’s   Enough to spark a revolution   Man listen my music is ammunition   I march to the tune of a man smitten   Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen   Just as it was written   My orders are to cross borders   Living Water’s in my canteen, as my camp screams for the God we love even though we can’t see Him   My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him   I only live off what my Captain rations      Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners   The chief warned us   The beef is tremendous when ya’ lock teeth in the trenches   There’s a war goin’ on outside and it’s real   Flesh versus spirit   I don’t flex to appeal   Use the text to reveal what comes next   If you reject then I seal conversation with prayin’ and step    ‘Cause what I feel is really not the deal   The issue is your soul   As a soldier I must remain sober and in control   I gotta stay focused like a scope does   And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up   Hey ya’ll I’m never AWOL    I wouldn’t dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs      Hook      Verse 2   Ever since I been sworn in, born in    Put through boot camp   It’s on   Ain’t got no time for no new sins   It’s three squares a day   PT, study pray, little play   ’Cause what soldier got time for blasé?   ‘Specially when Yahweh, is bringin’ D-day   Without M-16, rocket launcher or AK/   ‘Cause this ain’t Vietnam   The enemy’s more vicious than the Viet Cong   Who think “delicious”of the embalmed    Who die outside of service   Deserters   Conscientious perverters   We stand as alerters   Hopin’ this is making you nervous   Well if you ain’t a procrastinator fight Satan’s invaders   Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence      Had to cram 10 jams in a week so I’m weak but I’m plantin’ my feet   Plannin’ to speak of our Commander and Chief   He’s a lamb and a beast   King and God-man of the streets   Standard of peace but not a man that is weak   He’s glorious    Infinity and 0    He’s victorious   El Gabor is a warrior   And he orders us   Not to trust in swords and stuff   Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust   Don’t get it twisted   He’ll get a misfit when others wouldn’t risk it   Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dip-set   Bury him in Christ ‘til his everyday life is sifted   Mission—stick with the reason we got enlisted      To the Left………      Hook    End