Before i left, i wasn't anyone A poor laborer's lonely son And i dreamed of women, gold and guns But they were only dreams Then called a cause that needed me My sleight of hand and my strong belief For the west it reigns in a sinful beast That threatens everything But swing that hammer, it's an awful shame To watch a paper fall, from a stranger's hand Where's the glory in all of that Couple pencils and a photograph The day i left, my mama cried But i was proud to go, proud to fight And a blood red sun rose in the sky And i bent my body east I found my brothers in the sand All that artillery and promising And we bravely faced the task at hand To cut and kill the beast Took a plane, fulfilled my place A crowded market and an office space And the heat of heaven, that metallic taste And i watched that paper fall I came to slay, i came to serve My weapon's weight against the written word And i cried out allah and he cried my lord Heaven help us all