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To My Soldiers

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Salute to my soldiers To my soldiers i salute you and ill never forget you I know your sacrifice and ill never turn my back on your struggle And i'm thankful for everything you do For everything you stand to loose While you navigate your path to freedom By flickering street lights and sweaty money Traded for momentary amnesia and fleeting happy I bow my head in respect for what you have given up For the lie you count at the end of the night Signed “In God we trust” Success already denied but failure isn’t an option So perseverance is a must To my soldiers some of you have lost your lives So i pour out the top of my bottle You won't be forgotten but a shot should help ease the pain Some of you have lost your freedom So i write letters addressed with love and respect Letting you know ill always remember more than your assigned number Because you were loved enough To be given a name Even though an attempt to take away Who you are has been made Don't forget you're more than what you do And I'm giving truth back To my soldiers my loyalty is Unwavering and steadfast I understand the reason why Even when the rest of the world condemns you Because they refuse to understand your struggle So they judge you without seeing you And slam the gavel And write your future in sentences That will never address your value But do take away your time Their final verdict will write away your life And they do it all those closed eyes To my soldiers I know the reason you stand on dark corners Strapped and loaded Ready to defend your block And your dope boy knot and The hustle you bleed for The one you lose sleep for I know why so with open eyes I salute you my soldiers who fight a battle That is also mine One that is given no mentioned in history books Because majority rules And they call it breaking the law But I know it's a battle fought and sometimes lost We call it survival and it's what we've been fed to So it's what we break our backs for If no one else tells you I'm thankful Even if those pretending to look down Refuse to see it I do I know flipping burgers doesn't Buy peace or cover the cost of a dream My eyes are open and I see the shoes with a little room to grow Piano lessons and your children smiles It's what you hustled all night for To my soldiers I'm proud that I know you And I stand behind your decision to pull The trigger because I know you did it to save More than a pocket full of unknown figures it was A decision of his eat and you'res don't So you did what they wont Then you pray that nothing takes Innocence from thier dreams My understanding and salute to your bravery Im giving you in place of a metal You'll never receive because to them We are all the enemy I pray for the day your worth is weighed By jury of your peers instead Of a stranger who sees you as a conduit To place their fears Everyday I take a moment of silence Hoping to see that those on the other side If repressing enemy lines Open their eyes and try to understand That we are only hustlin For what they know as a birthright We just want a bite of the american pie Off the silver spoon they expect But we've all been denied They're not better than us and we're not less The only reasonable conclusion I can shake from this mess Is a line in the sand drawn with our blood The line between old money & social economic standing And easy on the so-called American eye Struggling single mothers Immigrated here for a chance at better Undereducated going nowhere baby fathers The mess on the other side Crying truths they try to hide in addictions Broken homes and iron cages Using shallow education designed for us To never learn that we are being held here for a reason We are prisoners of a war Being held captive for someone else’s treason To my soldiers Who suffered here who bleed here who cry here then ***ing die here So that they're self-centered importance means something Without our pride and our heads to stand on Without our lives and sacrifices to be above Their upper class means nothing Equality would take over and our children would all grow to be leaders They would be good students and good teachers But we know to want an opportunity to succeed is a sin But I'm not afraid so I shout your stories over repression and doubt And tell it how it really is because your sacrifice is the same as mine So I salute you even when no one else will To those who hustle hard so our children have safety And blankets to dream under I pour out my liquor To my soldiers who died I won't forget you And I'll continue telling your story How I see it through my eyes

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