With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla

(Diamonds are forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the

Young renegade You're just a live grenade Get the fuck down Shots ringing out loud I am the fury of a bomb Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam A thousand words in the crest of my palm Just one death sentence written in a fucking song

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam And it came from It was just the next day his mother got a telegram It was addressed from Vietnam Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA And this is what she wrote and said Don't be alarmed,

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam And it came from It was just the next day his mother got a telegram It was addressed from Vietnam Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA And this is what she wrote and said Don't be alarmed,