Rise Up Young Soldier and Bear Arms
If I had the chance to place a quarter on the dollar
I would just stand by and just wait and watch just to see you holler
Your bold your face full of contend and disgrace
Now you starch your head and wait for anticipation
Rise up young soldier rise up and bear arms
Stand tall rise to the restitutions
Calico rise and mount up to the cause
Often quiet often wrong
Strip yourself of the skins you bear
The heathenistic armaments of despair
I watch, I wait, I shudder yet still I ache
Like a rotten body discarded enact fallen off a mountain floating in the lake
Entreat yourselves to a cup of honor
Release the self-pity lay down the drama
Calico rise and mount up to the cause
Often quiet often wrong
Strip yourself of the skins you bear
The heathenistic armaments of despair
These young folks act like they don't even care
But better be careful, better beware live long enough you'll be here
Rise up young soldier rise up and bear arms
I shout you wake
I holler you speak
I yell you take the promises we keep
Strip off skins you bear
The tattoos and markings of covering of your hair
Standing tall against the new malignant
Often quiet, often wrong
Entreat ourselves to a cup of honor
release the self-pity lay down the drama
Stop your belly aching for I tell your mama
Calico rise and munt up the cause
Rise up young soldier rise up and bear arms
08/06/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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