I didn’t sign up for this (not quite finished) Mama I didn’t sign up for this U convinced me it was for the best Thought I needed discipline. thought the army would make a man out of me. But what kind of man am I If and when I murder an innocent woman and child? What kind of man am I When I leave my mama, family, and friends to worry and cry? Thinkin’ days, weeks, maybe months, or maybe even years they baby boy or gurl May neva return to that world We lovingly call home. I didn’t sign my name To torture and maim People I barely know Inflicting upon them the same sorrow They caused us. i may not be very bright But 2 wars/terrors or whateva u wanna call it don’t make a right. I’d didn’t give my signature to cross some other man’s territory To go into his country And demand he and his people obey If under similar circumstances we Americans would act da same way I didn’t sign up for this Just wanted some cash in my pockets Wanted to make my daddy proud Not shout or scream out loud If I don’t make it back in one piece And even if I do. I realize I may not be da same Who can guarantee me that I’ll return sane. Not haunted by nightmares No flashbacks frights or scares. I didn’t sign up for this But why does it now feel like I signed my name with my own blood Somehow I now get the feeling things ain’t so good Bush you and uncle tom (I mean sam) and Colin powell Tricked me…got me to sign over my life Didn’t sign up for all this grief and strife Somehow I regret signing up for dis **** Cause I sho’ll didn’t mean 2 sign up for this!!!