My Name Chapter 2: They Don't Care
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Hey everybody! This chapter is going to focus on Roc's past and a small retelling of his life story. This will go a little more in depth as to what he was like before the war as well! Hope you enjoy! Until next time my minions!
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My name is Mark, and I am alone.
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
I was born on the streets of old New York. Never had much, didn't need it either.
Just my mother, sister and I. In the middle of the hell I would call home. Never felt like home, more like a prison you can't escape from, even with the most expensive equipment.
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad
My deadbeat father left us to starve, moved off to some fancy city in California with his girl-toy. Never even left us money to feed ourselves. Had to steal food from small vendors most days; that never earned me a favorable eye in the law, but I didn't fucking care.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
My name is Mark, and I have always been alone.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
When I was 6 fucking years old, two men murdered our mother in front of my sister and I. That was the day I learned about racism, and the hatred it causes. That was the day I first shot a man, or more accurately, the first two.
Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kick me
Don't you black or white me
I joined the Marines the day I turned 18. I didn't want glory or fame; I needed money for my sister, so she could feed herself once in a while. God knows that got fucked up; she died from starvation the day before I got my first check. I wasn't even allowed to take 2 days off to bury her in the fucking ground.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
My name is Mark, and I am truly alone.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Even when I was in the training course, I couldn't escape from the hatred of racism. I was called every name they could think of; 'Nigger', 'Gorilla', 'Slave', and even 'Colored-Boy'. Fuckers beat me every goddamn day in training, rain or shine, to them I was just a punching bag.
Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free
That's when I met Andrew Consara, the white boy with the blood-red eyes. First thing we did was beat the crap out of each other over a bottle of water. Fucker could throw a punch; but in the end we decided to share. He was my first friend.
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
My name is Mark, and I finally have a friend.
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black mail
Throw your brother in jail
When we were shipped away, everyone got letters and farewell cards from their families, except Andrew and I. His family was too fucked up to even say goodbye and mine? I was forced to say goodbye to them a long time ago.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
My name is Mark, and my friend is my family.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Of course the first battle we were all in had to be the one I get my ass shot in, don't it? Russians caught us by surprise; I ended up taking a bullet to the arm, and I thought I was going to die there. But I didn't, because my friend was there to protect me.
Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
The red-eyed son of a bitch had fire powers, who knew? He was able to slaughter every Russian there and destroy the base surrounding us in about 3 minutes, give or take 2 minutes.
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no
Even after the fight, the show off still had enough energy in him, so he lifted my arm over his shoulder and dragged me back to the base where a bunch of the very people who'd beat on me were now cheering my name. They got it wrong. They kept chanting 'Roc'.
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
My name is Mark, and I finally have a best friend.
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me
After the battle we toured throughout the war, kicking ass and taking names, he was now Dragon, and I was Roc. The two heroes of Tempest Squad. We aren't heroes; we're nothing like heroes.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
My name is Mark, and I finally have a brother.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
The day the war ended, that was a cozy fucking day. We got back to the US to find that no one, not even Dragon's old school friends had shown up to congratulate us, or even give us a ride home. We were both outcasts in society.
Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be
Eventually we got back on our feet, just two soldiers on a different type of battlefield, but no less dangerous. Dragon landed a disc jockey job at a rave, I worked as the bouncer. Paid well, but we slept about as much as a fucking owl on meth.
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
We got by though, and we did it without breaking the law once, which was a first for me. I wasn't afraid to though, I would do anything to protect my blood-brother, maybe even make up for failing to protect my mother and sister.
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me
My name is Roc, and I am finally not alone.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
What would you do to protect the ones you love?...