Return to service

“NO PEACE! NO REST!

CHOLO GOD BACK—PUT THE SYSTEM TO TEST!”

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Civilian life? It’s a coffin with lights,

Clock-punch chains, dead-end nights.

Almost homeless, chewed to the bone,

Street said “die,” but the battlefield’s home.

They called me Cholo God when the fire was thick,

‘Cause I fought like a demon, mean and slick.

My brothers-in-arms, they branded my name—

Said, “You bleed with fury, you thrive in the flame.”

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BACK TO WAR—CAN’T FAKE THIS CALL!

CIVVY LIFE CRUMBLES, I’LL BURN IT ALL!

BROKEN AMERICA, BLOOD-SOAKED FRAUD—

STILL STANDING STRONG IS THE CHOLO GOD!

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Fat cat suits keep lining their pockets,

While vets hit the street, sleeping on rockets.

I ain’t built to beg, I ain’t built to crawl,

I’m built to march, to fight, to brawl.

Civilian dreams rot slow in the gut,

But I’d rather bleed out than keep my mouth shut.

So I’m back where the fire eats fear alive,

Where soldiers like me claw just to survive.

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BACK TO WAR—CAN’T FAKE THIS CALL!

CIVVY LIFE CRUMBLES, I’LL BURN IT ALL!

BROKEN AMERICA, BLOOD-SOAKED FRAUD—

STILL STANDING STRONG IS THE CHOLO GOD!

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“Civilian chains couldn’t break me…

The battlefield remade me…

Cholo God… turned GOD KILLER!”