Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones, Im carrying both. Im dont talking. I think I have said all I have to say. The way is definitely the way. When you push, I deflect and then you push again. The world is just asking for my greatness and some people are just standing in the way. I had to push forward to make a difference and show them what they were missing.
sticks and stones. Tie one to the the other and then you level up. You look passed the haters and then you realize that you have all the love in the world.
Always there, hidden from plain view and always meant for you.
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When I get tired of folks I wear my skull cap with the three ribbons and the words Vietnam Veteran Folks see that automatically u were killing folks when in reality only about 10 percent r out in the boonies rest have same type of jobs civillins cooks supply mechanics clerks engineers drivers I do the hat thing its called psycholiogical warfare good at it Army taught me well
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