Veterans of Foreign War [The Halfway House]

[Cody Nash]

Veterans of Foreign War
By: The Halfway House


[Storyteller, Tactixx,
Kaotic Theory, Dev, & Cry]





"My eyes are shot from thoughts
that are brought forth with no remorse, for me to rot.
I am belittled with each step back,
i push to the future but my time capsules cracked.
I'm wacked with great reality that slaps
TRUTH between the eyes of no norm on crack.
Left to hang by my neck... no help is around,
no need to hit the ground running i'm far too gone now.
I NEED TO FIGHT!...
even though its a diamond in the rough,
i just dont know if it's too late...
...or is it even enough."

Rather than the heroin addictions many Vietnam veterans brought back with them from Southeast Asia, today's returning soldiers are more likely to be addicted to prescription medications -- the very opiates prescribed to them by the military to ease stress or pain -- or stimulants used by soldiers to remain alert in combat situations.

Icy palms sweat, while I think of previously killed nam vets
Still I put out my stong neck for unknown political concepts
My unit's in it for a long stretch, too far past bomb threats
These war scars reach depths a man's soul has never gone yet
Our eyes have spawned death, so we seek some sort of release
The soldier's horrid disease has brought my core to its knees
No sure way to stay alert in the trees or to store all the grief
So at times for me, I inject PCP just so I can function & see
Dunk pain pills in scotch to block thoughts that are suicidal
The most powerful army on the globe caught in a downward spiral

A recent study found that 43 percent of active-duty military personnel reported binge drinking within the past month, and researchers say that returning veterans of the Iraq and Afghan wars are at especially high risk of binge drinking and suffering alcohol-related harm.

So much blood shed, carnage in my thought's
not much I slept, eight ball's of meth I sought
like a new start toward's the end of existance
for instance, erasing memories for vengeance
practical death I met, so drug's was my engine
.........kickstarting a new era, fuck the world
peace was now dead, popping pills to kill my sorrow
no more tomorrow, oxycontins help my brain to freeze
swallowing so much evil just to fall asleep in peace..


I just want to.. sleep...

My scars of war are camouflaged by a mirage of thoughts that...
my mind contorts, its a blinding force to stop reminding my cor-tex...
of all the stress kept repressed, lining my flawed chest
an amphetamine test, i snort to regress back to before i was messed-up...
on a depressed quest to injest stuff that corrupts so im less fucked
about why they didnt...
...arrest the sex pest that touched my girl up... i protested but...
cos the molesting fuck wasnt confessing much, said...
a consenting crush of relenting lust rushed over the two of us
...it got brushed under the carpet, it left her so broken hearted
so regardless...
i marked him my target of carnage and embarked to carve it...
'rapist'........ and rip apart his carcass like a vulture at harvest
gripping the dark arts of a cultures market
but my girl said no! thats when the drugs started!
...............................................and when the thug departed!

The government is testing drugs with severe side effects like psychosis and suicidal behavior on hundreds of military veterans, using small cash payments to attract patients into medical experiments that often target distressed soldiers returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, a Washington Times/ABC News investigation has found.

In one such experiment involving the controversial anti-smoking drug Chantix, the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) took three months to alert its patients about severe mental side effects. The warning did not arrive until after one of the veterans taking the drug had suffered a psychotic episode that ended in a near lethal confrontation with police.

They're all screaming.. the team's on fire, they need me,
the only girl in the group's dead, her brains bleeding..
pain's seeping from the mouths of the living...
the Hummer's about to blow, but doubt is insisting -
that I leave now, fuck the kids screams! save myself,
but I can't.. I have to stay, I made my hell..
so in my brain, my mind spells.. H-E-L-P..
accompanied by their echo's of "save me! help me!!"
and I think, "well maybe - but tell please.. will I live?
will I be able to go home to my ki- ..oh shit" I cringe,
at a standstill I shift.. my eyes start working,
that soldier was my wife, now inside - my heart's burning,
dry and parched, yearning.. for a more refreshing outcome,
then I see the Volkswagon that I made a Hummer out of..
and it sounds dumb.. but my next move was big...
I jump right into the wreck to get to the kids -
but I'm late, I was too persistant to live and my heart knows..
that I'm a true war veteran as soon as the car blows...

"How many times do these things have to happen,
before "abnormal events" become everyday occurances?"

"Chad Olson and Jessica Armstrong-Olson, both 21, died inside Olson's childhood home in what Ferry County authorities said appears to be a murder and suicide committed by the former Marine, who had returned from Iraq earlier this year."

"GREELEY, Colo. -- An Iraq War veteran who became an anti-war protester turned himself in after his ex-wife was shot and killed and her boyfriend seriously wounded in a violent and bloody confrontation."

"Pfc. Michael Gwinn Jr. fatally shot his wife, Patricia, and then himself in her Far East Side home. Inside the apartment but unharmed were the couple’s two children, Michael Gwinn III, 2, and Cameron Gwinn, 6 months; and Patricia Gwinn’s eldest child, Jaylin Woods, 5. The boys were alone with their dead parents for hours before Patricia Gwinn’s family called police to check on her late Tuesday afternoon."

"According to a Veteran's Administration study, half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what Psychiatrists call Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder. Many vets complain of alienation, rage, or guilt Some succumb to suicidal thoughts. Eight to Ten years after coming home almost eight-hundred-thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War."

"My eyes are shot from thoughts
that are brought forth with no remorse, for me to rot.
I am belittled with each step back,
i push to the future but my time capsules cracked.
I'm wacked with great reality that slaps
TRUTH between the eyes of no norm on crack.
Left to hang by my neck... no help is around,
no need to hit the ground running i'm far too gone now.
I NEED TO FIGHT!...
even though its a diamond in the rough,
i just dont know if it's too late...
...or is it even enough."



It's never enough...

[Spoken]

wordness

[Cody Nash]

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[Endeva.]

ah so its up... 18 hours ago yet no replies

[Cody Nash]

I know it's long, but c'mon guys! lol

[Tactixx]

up....lol....we will return the feed....
beneficial feed.

[Ink Poyzin]

this was one long ass read but goddamn....
i damn near cried when reading this. it's true shit.

the first part was done very well. a good start off Storyteller. you did a good job explaining how he feels no remorse and he's ready for anything to come. the way a true soldier feels when going through this. he knows nobody has his back. he got no help. he knows he can't turn back. the imagery was good. the flow itself was smooth. a nice easy read. it was enjoyed but a lil short...you did a good job.

the second part.. i really like this Tactixx. the way you describe his palms sweating. the effects of pcp being injected. it's crazy but it's true. they do these drugs because of many reasons and one main reason is suicidal thoughts. it's tough for them. the wording was great aswell. the flow was nice. i was really feelin this. you did a good job.

the third part.. this practically went right with verse two.. the drugs.. the eightballs of meth. the popping pills. the oxycontins. the wording was the best this short verse Kaotic. in my opinion. the 'oxycontins help my brain to freeze'. i really liked that and once again.. it's sad to think about this stuff. it's happening now as we speak. it's all true. you did a good job..

the forth part.. this was really cool Dev. the flow was a bit different than the other parts. it was solid though. this is crazy.. the girl gets molested but the guy wasn't confessing.. it eventually got brushed away (forgotten). i tell ya though whether my girl say no or not... i'ma do it regardless. you did a good job.

the fifth part.. i couldnt believe this shit when i was reading it Cry. it shocked me. i sure as hell didnt expect that girl to be his wife. the imagery was great here. the kids screaming. you thinking to yourself 'fuck them i gotta save myself'. you did a good job dude.

the sixth part just repeats the first part by Storyteller...


i've never seen this concept pulled off so good ever. this was definitely the best. you all did a good job partnering up. it was an easy read from the start to finish. it was long yea but worth the read so for all who's sleeping.. you need to wake up! this is dope. it's structured good. i say this with all due respect guys... i actually felt pain from this.. to imagine all this.. to think about it. to think about what it would be like.. to get hooked on all sorts of drugs. to watching your wife getting killed in front of your face in war. this kinda stuff really happens. it's a shame but it does.. this war stuff is horrible. it can change somebodys life in the worse way. it can make them come back doing crazy shit. it's no joke. you guys did great with this. i enjoyed it alot pz.

this is just as true as it gets...

[SmokaJoka]

just bumped into this...I'll feed it soon...make sure one of you PMs me tomorrow to remind me

[Oranges]

My scars of war are camouflaged by a mirage of thoughts that...
my mind contorts, its a blinding force to stop reminding my cor-tex...
of all the stress kept repressed, lining my flawed chest
an amphetamine test, i snort to regress back to before i was messed-up...
on a depressed quest to injest stuff that corrupts so im less fucked
about why they didnt...
...arrest the sex pest that touched my girl up... i protested but...
cos the molesting fuck wasnt confessing much, said...
a consenting crush of relenting lust rushed over the two of us
...it got brushed under the carpet, it left her so broken hearted
so regardless...
i marked him my target of carnage and embarked to carve it...
'rapist'........ and rip apart his carcass like a vulture at harvest
gripping the dark arts of a cultures market
but my girl said no! thats when the drugs started!
...............................................and when the thug departed!

this was my favorite part here, Cry you always seem to come correct with your lyrics and this is no exception to that rule. Overall I thought the piece was extremely solid and floweed well throughout. you fed off each other very well and it turned out to be a high energy write. It was long, but not a difficult read at all. Well Organized, creative.

Icy palms sweat, while I think of previously killed nam vets
Still I put out my stong neck for unknown political concepts
My unit's in it for a long stretch, too far past bomb threats
These war scars reach depths a man's soul has never gone yet
Our eyes have spawned death, so we seek some sort of release
The soldier's horrid disease has brought my core to its knees
No sure way to stay alert in the trees or to store all the grief
So at times for me, I inject PCP just so I can function & see
Dunk pain pills in scotch to block thoughts that are suicidal
The most powerful army on the globe caught in a downward spiral

this part was also a highlight for me, I especially liked the opening bar of this verse, really well thought out, great visuals painted by both of you.

Well done piece, I'll keep my mind out for more. I'd love to see this piece done as an audio.

[Cody Nash]

^^hah, thanks guys, but orange.. the part you quoted isn't mine, it's devs.

[Oranges]

^^hah, thanks guys, but orange.. the part you quoted isn't mine, it's devs.

the parts I quoted were the highlights for me and the best I've read from both. I didnt mean it to sound like I thought Dev's piece was urs, I was just stating that your lyrics are always on point, whenever I've read them.

[metaphoric]

the second verse was ill whoever wrote that mad props this was tight man

Icy palms sweat, while I think of previously killed nam vets
Still I put out my stong neck for unknown political concepts
My unit's in it for a long stretch, too far past bomb threats
These war scars reach depths a man's soul has never gone yet
Our eyes have spawned death, so we seek some sort of release
The soldier's horrid disease has brought my core to its knees
No sure way to stay alert in the trees or to store all the grief
So at times for me, I inject PCP just so I can function & see
Dunk pain pills in scotch to block thoughts that are suicidal
The most powerful army on the globe caught in a downward spiral

definately the nicest i've seen in a while good job

[Vallus]

Laptops broke so stuck on phone atm but want to say
This piece was sick

Good cohesion between everyone good research
Good tempo, delivery and consistancy from everyone

Was an awesome read and hits close to home
Been back for a week and been drinkin a hella lot everyday
Definitely feel diff than before I left jump at
Loud noises and keep looking for my weapon in
The middle of the night I could relate
Alot to this piece in its entirety

Stay up

[HighEngineChief]

don't really know who's who so I'll do it like this

Veterans of Foreign War
By: The Halfway House


[Storyteller, Tactixx,
Kaotic Theory, Dev, & Cry]





"My eyes are shot from thoughts
that are brought forth with no remorse, for me to rot.
I am belittled with each step back,
i push to the future but my time capsules cracked.
I'm wacked with great reality that slaps
TRUTH between the eyes of no norm on crack.
Left to hang by my neck... no help is around,
no need to hit the ground running i'm far too gone now.
I NEED TO FIGHT!...
even though its a diamond in the rough,
i just dont know if it's too late...
...or is it even enough."


I liked how this opened up, not too much but just enough to get me interested. The time capsule metaphor was dope, I like how you worded it to, great job on aesthetics. The flow could have been a lil better but I still liked it all the same.



Icy palms sweat, while I think of previously killed nam vets
Still I put out my stong neck for unknown political concepts
My unit's in it for a long stretch, too far past bomb threats
These war scars reach depths a man's soul has never gone yet
Our eyes have spawned death, so we seek some sort of release
The soldier's horrid disease has brought my core to its knees
No sure way to stay alert in the trees or to store all the grief
So at times for me, I inject PCP just so I can function & see
Dunk pain pills in scotch to block thoughts that are suicidal
The most powerful army on the globe caught in a downward spiral

This picks up nicely. The flow jumps up a couple paces with a shit load of multi's, and well used ones at that, loved the cadence in this verse, i would normally ask for more metaphors or similies but since you really geared up the story I don't even give a fuck about the meta's. Great follow through.



So much blood shed, carnage in my thought's
not much I slept, eight ball's of meth I sought
like a new start toward's the end of existance
for instance, erasing memories for vengeance
practical death I met, so drug's was my engine
.........kickstarting a new era, fuck the world
peace was now dead, popping pills to kill my sorrow
no more tomorrow, oxycontins help my brain to freeze
swallowing so much evil just to fall asleep in peace..

alright I like were the stories going, now the niggaz back from Iraq or Afghanistan, or where ever the fuck he was serving. The rhyme scheme was alright, thought it could have been a little better. Flow was good though and I liked your knowledgeable drug references... ah man i love this spell check, seriously, if your using Internet Explorer, why? I digress, any way nice verse and I liked out it ended, cant go wrong with that.


I just want to.. sleep...

My scars of war are camouflaged by a mirage of thoughts that...
my mind contorts, its a blinding force to stop reminding my cor-tex...
of all the stress kept repressed, lining my flawed chest
an amphetamine test, i snort to regress back to before i was messed-up...
on a depressed quest to injest stuff that corrupts so im less fucked
about why they didnt...
...arrest the sex pest that touched my girl up... i protested but...
cos the molesting fuck wasnt confessing much, said...
a consenting crush of relenting lust rushed over the two of us
...it got brushed under the carpet, it left her so broken hearted
so regardless...
i marked him my target of carnage and embarked to carve it...
'rapist'........ and rip apart his carcass like a vulture at harvest
gripping the dark arts of a cultures market
but my girl said no! thats when the drugs started!
...............................................and when the thug departed!

Loved this verse, like a fat kid loves Banana-Nut Cream Pie, yes. The flow was kinda poetry style which is right up my mother fucking dirt road (we don't have alleys in the south, duh) lots and lots of fantabulous multi's, had to make up a fucking word for that one, you're free to use it. Also the direction you took the story was real cool, keep it fresh, I likes that shit. Dope verse, hope your not a secret rapist . Dopity Dope Dope Dope son.



They're all screaming.. the team's on fire, they need me,
the only girl in the group's dead, her brains bleeding..
pain's seeping from the mouths of the living...
the Hummer's about to blow, but doubt is insisting -
that I leave now, fuck the kids screams! save myself,
but I can't.. I have to stay, I made my hell..
so in my brain, my mind spells.. H-E-L-P..
accompanied by their echo's of "save me! help me!!"
and I think, "well maybe - but tell please.. will I live?
will I be able to go home to my ki- ..oh shit" I cringe,
at a standstill I shift.. my eyes start working,
that soldier was my wife, now inside - my heart's burning,
dry and parched, yearning.. for a more refreshing outcome,
then I see the Volkswagon that I made a Hummer out of..
and it sounds dumb.. but my next move was big...
I jump right into the wreck to get to the kids -
but I'm late, I was too persistant to live and my heart knows..
that I'm a true war veteran as soon as the car blows...

"How many times do these things have to happen,
before "abnormal events" become everyday occurances?"

Kept the same pace from the last verse, great beginning, I love how you start it off with alot of action and wind it down, perfect for an ending verse. Real creative, the word play was nice, everything just meshed well in this verse and did the whole piece justice, you tied it all together nicely, no qualms on my end.






"According to a Veteran's Administration study, half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what Psychiatrists call Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder. Many vets complain of alienation, rage, or guilt Some succumb to suicidal thoughts. Eight to Ten years after coming home almost eight-hundred-thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War."

"My eyes are shot from thoughts
that are brought forth with no remorse, for me to rot.
I am belittled with each step back,
i push to the future but my time capsules cracked.
I'm wacked with great reality that slaps
TRUTH between the eyes of no norm on crack.
Left to hang by my neck... no help is around,
no need to hit the ground running i'm far too gone now.
I NEED TO FIGHT!...
even though its a diamond in the rough,
i just dont know if it's too late...
...or is it even enough."

nice use of repetition, bring the piece full circle.

It's never enough...

Dope read here guys, great story, great cast. This is defiantly HoF, but you already knew that didn't you? I knew you did.

[*Peedi*]

i like the flow on this. you guys ripped it....

I NEED TO FIGHT!...
even though its a diamond in the rough,
i just dont know if it's too late...
...or is it even enough."

i like this a great strengthened ending to that verse makes you think puts you right in the reality of whats going on before it even starts.

Dunk pain pills in scotch to block thoughts that are suicidal
The most powerful army on the globe caught in a downward spiral

damn amazing i like the repetitive multi that was goin on piecing the links of the story like moving onto new chapters of a book....the verse was strong

Our eyes have spawned death, so we seek some sort of release
The soldier's horrid disease has brought my core to its knees

really nice i like this...

My scars of war are camouflaged by a mirage of thoughts that...
my mind contorts, its a blinding force to stop reminding my cor-tex...

a great opener for this verse...

an amphetamine test, i snort to regress back to before i was messed-up...
on a depressed quest to injest stuff that corrupts so im less fucked

really great multies.... wordplay is nice....no flaws so far.

a consenting crush of relenting lust rushed over the two of us
...it got brushed under the carpet, it left her so broken hearted
so regardless...

great image provider..... this verse brought umph to the other 4 this amped the song up..

that I leave now, fuck the kids screams! save myself,
but I can't.. I have to stay, I made my hell..
so in my brain, my mind spells.. H-E-L-P..
accompanied by their echo's of "save me! help me!!"

you cant mostly sum up wat everyones has encouraged to talk about in this verse....this is summing everything upp......i like the word play....smart