CYOA 4 Classified (Ft. Ghetto Child & Martin Finch)

(Choose your own adventureeeeeee!)

[Intro - Classified - talking] (Martin Finch)
Martin Finch
(What's up man? What are you doin here?)
What are YOU doin here?
I thought you were at boot camp the last two months?

[Verse 1 - Martin Finch] (Classified)
Hey Class, I'm back, I'm back in the 'fax, I'm back with a bad back
I was trapped in Shilo, Manitoba, where everything is flat
I can't even find it on a map
I was surrounded by MC's but none of them rapped
Everyday I was doin laps around the track
Every drill I was catchin flack for bein slack
I tried so hard that I had an asthma attack
And cracked my back, left it blue and black
(Man don't give me that, just keep it real, come on, it's Class)
No man, this massive motherfucker woke me up
To do sit ups and push ups, 'til I threw up
Imagine bein depressed as fuck, pressed for luck
Like nothing's enough, life is tough
When these ranks are rippin your stuff, boot camp sucks
Plus you got to dig a trench in the muck
Basic is two months of bein stuck and brain fucked
Shucks, it's worth the bucks but when you're goin through it it fuckin
Sucks