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I was Raised During War Time

I was Raised During War Time

I salute all US troops that patrol the streets
god lookout for the poor who can't afford to eat

Half sheets and a dirt road
watching as the car explodes
on these grounds, suicide was a honor to go

The media stop and froze
blowing cigar smoke, on your clothes
while the Joes load the cargo

Classify info protected in code
till the death with the riffle
that's how they rolled

Weapons and gold, oil cans burned in droves
the soldiers at risk because the government knows

Domination was the mind state
the death rate took terrible toll on moral
it moves at a fast pace

The broken faces when I sleep make it hard to shake
or will I see my family again
when I feel, there's no escape

Don't want to break, day by day, I got my eyes on stroll
for the final take

So if emotions in me run dry
Just diminish the fault

Cause I was raised during war time

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)

 

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