Soldier of the Streets
This soldier of the streets makes me not wanna feel
Emotional joyride of things that aren't even real
Hardcore makes me lose my mind
When feeling anything now is something hard to find
Anticipating war cries though we are not our enemy
Praying everyday for God to ensure our sanity
Screams fill the air in the battles when they come
Blood washes weapons piercing bullets of the gun
This soldier knows not that I fight along their side
Another casualty of war I have become on my inside.
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