Can’t afford to raise kids cuz we gotta raise soldiers, living
life preparing for a battle our mothers told us
not to watch on TV. If we’re lucky
we just might make it, fall in line
with this hypocrisy, erosion of democracy,
build you up and break you down mentality
of “You just can’t stop us, see…”

It isn’t me you’re gonna find tap dancing
on the front line, kiss the babies, say a prayer,
say goodbye for the last time.
There is a world that’s mine
but it isn’t this one…don’t aspire
to acquire a piece of the fallacy
you call wisdom, would rather fold
my flag and die than sell the only soul
I’ve got. You say it’s hot but can’t feel
the flames rising, iced down with
conflict rocks. Tell me how many
boulders have to come crashing down
before we break free from what we’re not.

07/31/2009

Posted on 07/31/2009
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