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Spoken Word meets Hiphop in a calculated Head on Collision...thus spawnning my genre called...SPOKEN~HIPHOP
Date / Time: 11/12/2009 3:31 AM UTC
Service
Yeah I served
I served with all I had
And I left it all there
I served everyone
Children,
Women,
Grown men,
Asians,
Klansmen,
I served
Without regard
Expecting nothing
But expectations
Spit at
Laughed at
And talked about
And I still see the faces
The different shapes and ages
With nothing to lose
No promises of gain
I lost so much by leaving
Best friend dead
Girlfriend dead
Hope dead
And I still can't get a damn job here
Trapped by lies
Bound by my word
In the rain,
Sick
Home and physically,
A little beat up, but not abused
Mentally
Just a mind game
Disconnected
From all familiar
And these new people
Just don't get me
I served in 5 am
Formations to piss in cups
With dogs in my room
No! You can't go to his funeral
He was not immediate family
Though he was the only brother
I ever knew
My Godchildren
Don't know me or their Daddy
Because…
Lost the ability to trust
Because
Time away from a companion
Allows the mind some time to lust
And just get a taste
As I served
Protected freedom
Without the freedom
Needed to speak my mind
Unselfish I gave
In lands far, far away
I slaved
Still a nigga
Trained in communication
But wanted as a killer
I served next to skinheads,
Indians,
Guatemalans,
Lesbians,
Muslims,
Freedom isn't free
Someone has to pay
We served
Became a motley crew
Adams family
Molded into Frankenstein
From parts unknown
Eldest sons
Only daughters
Mother, brothers, fatherless fathers
Marching towards Democracy
A purpose we could not practice
I served myself
Doubt…ate it and refilled
The plate
Jumping states
I can't stay still
Constant moving
Left, right, left, right
Lost in the shuffle
Grouped in a bundle
Of soldiers who gave all they had
That did all they could
The ultimate sacrifice of life
Yeah I served.
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