I became addicted to your camouflage before the flag close to my fathers camo
Before I could blink my eyes, I was linked to my rifle armor
I tried to stop but the boots and pouches were too heavy to car rid
I was just an attaché, attached to my Franca devoir
The stripes I carry are tribes of strive I started
I was deployed to protect the al’umma from the foes of the Kasa
I walked toe to toe with death, but if luck run out on me, then lay rest and tree boots to my demise.