This Soldier

I don't accept what is rational
I question and fight and challenge
I don't accept the ways things are
I look for changes and alterations

I know you will stay
Behind those bars or in the streets
Selling drugs is your game
Just like making me feel like
I ain't shot is your popcorn

But you gave just the sperm
I turned it into a solider
You got ten more years Daddy
And guess what?
You will miss everything
Even if you did want to come

You are missing who
This soldier is meant to be
Because I have not accepted
Poverty or your decisions to pull
Me into the dust

That is right.
Your ears did not fail you.
I would rather stand on the top
Of all my obstacles
Than to let any game become
A part of me

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