Soldier’s Anthem
I pledge allegiance to the past from which I’ve came,
and to the republic of this one man,
as alone I stand under God for all to blame.
One life forever stained,
with liberty and justice for but only a few,
as in this game equality is feigned,
and only those with the riches and fame are left unscathed.
But I gotta be brave,
man, it’s hard to prevail while in the shadows of pain.
It’s hard when the gutters of life are paved with this much rain.
I regret so much, this war over my sanity reigns,
and the only weapons I own are in this voice I claim,
my intellect and this jargon of metaphoric phrase.
As I record another page of mistakes from this cage of apathy,
my past continues to rage and blast past me,
these images that seem so hard to erase.
So often painfully embraced by that memory of her that I continue to chase,
soul mates separated by fate as so often is the case.
My ride or die chick until the skies turned grey,
by my side on high ’til I was sentenced to my last breath in this place.
This life is tough with all that we sometimes face,
and it’s rough when we witness our hope extinguished with all that’s at stake.
History repeats itself until our future’s replaced,
until the day God breaks free the chains of our past mistakes.
How often we race toward ungodly and selfish things,
and still yet the Lord above shows nothing but love.
How great is He to whom all praises we sing!
How can I look in the mirror and not see pain?
How can I look to my past…
How can I look to my past and keep these thoughts contained?
And so I take aim with this prose I’m composing,
like a flow being released through my veins to amaze,
just like that Eminem track that when I write replays.
I swear the storm fades with this pen and the ink that it lays,
as this chaotic haze that surrounds me has got me in a daze.
Yet my head I keep raised as I drink from this failure’s cup,
and man what a waste that from behind these gates I’ve watched my son grow up
So many people around me and yet so few I can trust,
stuck and just staring at the hour glass as the sand turns quickly to dust.
This system so corrupt,
time’s moving on without me, and just poppin’ the clutch.
Too often the weight of this pressure is way too much,
and I only stand ’cause I must in the face of this onslaught rush.
But I can’t be crushed or slain by this curse that follows me true,
as here I still am even after all the hell I’ve been through,
after being forgotten by so many of the ones I thought I once knew.
So much hate been birthed and my demise demanded,
now look into these eyes and see that the hues of pain are blue,
these spoken words I utter a pittance,
a soldier’s anthem,
the story written and told across my body tattooed…
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