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I’m a soldier so I don’t need an army
In camouflage on the job me only
carry weapons none ever found on me
my pops died I don’t need a big homie
I push away love so I tend to stay lonely
step back don’t get up on me
I’m from a place where allegiance
is pledged to rags called bandanas
no shortage on body bags or toe tags
this world is so cold my eyes close
hyperthermia check the thermometer
It must be 20 below hell freezing over
holy water can’t touch these flames
this fire is called my desire
rather unlawful or illegal it’s all evil
we all fall down like weebles wobble
liable for what the brain say
actin on what the pains say
to pray is my mainstay
cover me from my header to my footer
from my hoodie down to the soles of my feet
if I should die please don’t let it be on concrete
how come every time history repeats
one of us is lying dead in the streets
this is not right how bout our rights
we have none we are have not’s
silenced by gun shots deflated like balloons
treated like whatnots and gone too soon
fingers locked down on our knees
hung like ornaments on Xmas trees
I hear screams while eating ice cream
before it melts without getting brain freeze
can’t hear myself think through all
the noise and sirens call and response
from the Popo’s poking holes in our souls
stop acting like hype men calm down
all the excitement there will be no indictment
stop killing each other and fight the right men
there will be a revolution I suppose... but there will be no indictment for the Popo's
