V1   Every days like a gamble here   This is no joke   This is live from iraq   Where were prayin we make it home      True gutter for you fuckers   Think its gutter where you from   Here its life by the second   This is everything wrong      This is not your beef on the block   No its not that simple   Here its more than gunfire   They shootin rockets and missiles      This is up armor kits   And bulletproof windows   We sleep with body armor blankets   And Kevlar pillows      In a country   Where when anybodys talking they lyin   And wherever there is a soldier   There is schrapnel flyin      59 of us april 4th   8 of us dyin   this is your thug turnt punk   this is grown men crying      This is bombs in the street   Blowin up when I drive buyem   Or its rpg’s launched at me   This is nothing problems      The true definition of goin hard   No games   This is hundreds of bodies   In the streets when we bang      Chorus   Cause this is live from iraq   Home of too many soldiers graves   Where for our country   We gamble with our lives everyday   And there are no blue skies here   Every colors gray   This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved   And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay   While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed   And every convoy that rides out   Constantly getting sprayed   But we don’t fold hands   The cards we are dealt get played      V2   This is   Nights wit no supper man   Home aint promised man   Long journeys qualified   Hell from a promise land      Dreams feel real but not as real   As tomorrow man   Wish life was like contra   Than life then I could borrow man      No instant replays   No highlights any days   When balls get dropped   You cant challenge the play      This is the wrath of equipment   No refs to stop the clippin   This no timeouts casue father time   Is still ticken, this is yeah      Future in the air   Pain sculpted in stone   Families sheddin tears   Cause they sons aint comin home      This is more than a gamble   And I’ll give you the truth   Plenty of lives lost   Over a scandal      Turning more than a cheek   Warm hearts turn cold   Higher people in command   Planning wit no type of goals      This is your own exposed   Media cast and the scoop   Covered over the answers   Cause you cant handle the truth      Chorus   Cause this is live from iraq   Home of too many soldiers graves   Where for our country   We gamble with our lives everyday   And there are no blue skies here   Every colors gray   This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved   And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay   While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed   And every convoy that rides out   Constantly getting sprayed   But we don’t fold hands   The cards we are dealt get played         V3   For some this is the answer   To a whole lot of issues   Sure its politics back home   Here its bullets thru our tissue      This is trying to draw contact   Hopin they miss you   This is one mortar round from   Bein over no continues      This is nothing yall been thru   Yall aint seen shit   And this is not whats on the news   What really happens aint printed      This is your one mistake   Bein everbody elses business   Whether they see their family   Or its funeral home visits      This is 150 degrees   3 months out of the fiscal   250 g’s when that ied hits you   this is 60 miles an hour   thru ambush zones   this is dead animals with   explosive devices on em      this is the home of direct fire   where everybodys a target   when you find out some people aint hard   they just talk shit      definitely nothing pretty   this is no picnic   this is trying to hold fire   without burnin your fingers      chorus   Cause this is live from iraq   Home of too many soldiers graves   Where for our country   We gamble with our lives everyday   And there are no blue skies here   Every colors gray   This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved   And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay   While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed   And every convoy that rides out   Constantly getting sprayed   But we don’t fold hands   The cards we are dealt get played