Weak
Nobody wants to look weak
For death shall inherit the meek
And I am the meanest ground pounder
Downtowner
Town downer
Weak
Sixteen weeks and sixteen days
From boot camp to a pink haze
Where the staff sergeant used to be
As he waved us back from an IED
Where a mortar's just a random act
Like a haircut or a joke you crack
Now I'm the one who kicks down doors
You kids there get down on the floor
Weak
Nobody wants to look weak
For death shall inherit the meek
And I am the meanest ground pounder
Downtowner
Town downer
Weak
And then they just rotate you home
You muster out, you're all alone
Your buddy bought it in Iraq
And you're guilty 'cause you made it back
But the VA's gonna fix you up
Just swallow these pills in this cup
Back from the land of us and them
Giving Oxy out like M & Ms
Weak
Nobody wants to look weak
For death shall inherit the meek
And I am the meanest ground pounder
Downtowner
Town downer
Weak
So is this a problem? Nah man, no
I can handle it, I'm in control
I'm either high or I'm sick
Either way I'm out of it
And if the Oxy's getting thin
I can score some heroin
Then some cop kicks down the door
And I'm the one who's on the floor
Three days in then out on bail
Re-arrested, back in jail
There's a program if you plead
There's what you want or what you need
Now I speak
I sit in this circle and speak
And nobody thinks I'm a freak
'Cause I'm not the only wall climber
Less blinder
Day at a timer
I speak
I speak