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Pale Moon Over Detroit
Pale moon over Detroit,
dim and cold.
I grew up in a projects and was often told,
the likely hood is slim that I will ever grow old.
We live within our means,
whatever the hell that means!
Strive to be true to family and friends,
hold what pride and morals you can.
Try to be civil in a broken civilization,
give when you don't have it to give.
See friends leave for the service only to die,
instead of a better living and hope, they are
in a foreign land for a people that hate them.
See friends leave to a prison for breaking
laws in a broken system sentenced by criminals
running freely in society that has lost all
meaning of justice long ago by allowing one group
to die for killing another group and another
group to live for killing that group of people...justice?
Justice? G** damn their so called justice!
Let them come to our corners where the curbs are painted
red by people who don't believe in the system and
find justice by their own hand proving that they
can be as unjust as the sanctioned courts who hand
out life and death sentences to us every day!
Pale moon over Detroit,
bright and cool.
Learning here, no books needed in this school,
play the game try to make it, yeah be the fool!
Too much red painted at these curbs man!
Too many friends who find their own justice.
Who get sent up or having reacted to injustice are,
now being found and find justice served to them!
Too many painters, man! Too many painters!
Too much red in these portraits of my life!
At times I wonder if its better instead,
to see them leave or better to be dead.
Our lives have no worth.
We have only family and close friends,
to mourn us when we leave.
Where are the great bleeding hearts that cry,
for the children of other lands?
I don't feel their tears and I don't hear their sobbing.
I won't wait for the sentence to be passed to me.
I will go to another land and fight for a people
who hate me without knowing me. Yeah I know
that from my school days and I am well taught
Pale moon over Detroit,
my companion unseen
I know your there, like I know grass is green,
I am, where they told me I'd be, when I was a teen.
No longer any concern about a meal now.
Where I am there are people who don't even
know me and they hate me.
Yeah I'm fine where I am because I have trained
my whole life to be here. I've been well taught in
the best school and by the best military in the world.
I even believed the lies for a while that I could be,
more than my environment. That people can be looked
at for what's underneath not how they look or where
they come from or what schools their from.
Not by how much money they have, or how big a name
their daddy or their mommy has.
Not by how many connections they have collected
in this g* damn broken system where the shakers still
shake and the movers still move, while the rest provide
proper ID and end up going wherever the hell their told!
Pale moon over Detroit,
standing out from the darkness.
I told you how I believed
but only to you did I this confess.
Standing under darkened clouds as they covered you in streams,
revealed to you my hidden nature, that I too, would dare to dream.
As many times as I have seen you, you will remind me each time seen,
I find some comfort now in my cell...
That I may never again see you...
And be reminded of that teen.
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