BLAOW!!! We ain't got nothin to worry 'bout...

Whupp ass let security carry 'em out. Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless. Feels like a midget is hangin from my necklace. I pulled up wit a million trucks. Lookin smellin, feelin like a million bucks-AAAH.

Have you ever rolled up in to the club in one of theze...?!? Not even tha Ying-Yang Twinz can say that... BLAOW...! When the Grand Supreme Oil Team rollz out you be think'n...

Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it...? That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it...? You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling... And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin...The better I'm feelin, the more that... I'm chillin, Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin...

You big pimp'n when you are chauffeured in one theze to B-dad... It comes stock with 30 inch rimz... Surround Armor Plating... Gun Ports on every window... for those bustaz that want to come up... Twin Gun Turrents... Suspension high enough to keep those pesky IED's away... killer air freshener... who needs cologne...? and Air Conditioning... PLUBT! Plus you know you are rolling deep cover when you got one in the front and one in the back to cuv'a dat azz... Affectionately called the REVA... oh what...?!?! You thought we only rolled in HUMVEEz...? Then you don't know the game... pleaze don't hate it...

That is a picture of inside the belly of that steel beast… We took them up to Baghdad to conduct some buisnaaaz with some people… When I say Baghdad I mean the IZ (international zone) or the Green Zone… or whatever… All I know is you don’t have to wear your Kevlar (military’s way of saying helmet) … Hence the picture of me in front of that sculpture… I had a boonie hat on as I pondered life and it’s many mysteries… More important was that I was in front of Saddam’s palace… The construction of these palaces is much better than in Tikrit (where I live… if you could call it living) … They must be better since it is the Butcher of Baghdad’s palace pad… Now that sounds like a spiffy name… Butcher of Baghdad… must be something the Bush administration came up with… I don’t know your position on the War… I know you support the troops and all that yellow ribbon pride (thank you) … But we all have our reservations about being here… You would find your best advocates for going home here… I actually believe we came here for a good reason… even if we don’t admit it… now it is a two folded answer but we will get to the latter in a bit… No I haven’t fallen for Bush’s (Karl Rove) war… I am taking a soldier from California’s perspective on War… First… let me show a couple of examples of bad wars… My country no like your country (Bad) … My God don’t like your God (Bad) … My country is not France and yours is (well…) … Now a good reason for war… if you could say there is ever a good reason… My country’s lively hood could be screwed with at any time by your country… Oil… It is all about the oil… Let us just admit it… We are not just talking about Gas prices here… We are talking about a substance that effects every materialistic aspect of your life… and Saddam had 16% of it… possibly more… Now if there is ever a secularist reason for war… this is it… Don’t be IGNINT… Oil is very important… Everything either uses it, was made of it, or made by power made from it… A country that messes with it is the same thing as having a Nuke pointed at the industrial center of the U.S.A… Serio… Now… you know me… There has to be more to it than just materialism for Mark to be an advocate for War… Well I would never call myself an Advocate of War… but I just so happen to have another reason… This one calls out to the hard working, trust worthy American we all are… As we drove out of the IZ… Through Baghdad… it quickly turned to a scene of such depravity I almost lost my mind in the pain I was witnessing… a whole population living in a wasteland that stretched for over 15 miles… and it circles the city… Humans living in piles and piles of refuse… some on fire… wild animals (dead or alive) all about… it was a horrible site that I won’t ever forget… the smell… putrid smell of… indescribable… in the background large factories spewing noxious fumes into the sand choked air… with the sun a sickening devil red... This man led these people to ruin… this was not because of the War… He coveted himself in huge palaces while at his gates let his people go through the levels of hell… He is bad… not a good person… Now enter the American Soldier… The American Soldier… while he/she is not lighting people up… is the most caring and generous person you will ever meet… He/she is miles away from family that he/she hasn’t seen in a year… yet they will help somebody they don’t even know and could possibly kill them… a very precarious situation… The American Soldier is here to help this country get on it’s feet and get these people out of poverty… That is their mission… they want to go home more than the Iraqis want to go home… Now why would the Iraqis kill us… They kill us because they don’t understand compassion… it is not because they are the child of Kane or anything… it is because they have been living in such a way where they don’t understand a helping hand unless the other one is asking for money… I am not condoning their actions… but this is the enemy we face… Luckily the American Soldier can do both… Treat Love with Love… and fight Fire with 5.56mm rounds… lots of them… The American Soldier Rulez…

I miss my couch...

- Wonder Boy M-Lo looking at a picture of his daughter with his couch in the background...