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Anatomy Of A Soldier

The anatomy of a soldier, we start at his feet,
The foundation to keep, his anget un-released,
The boots of the troop, settled to march,
The drummer plays a beat, forever in his heart,
His ankles n' his shins, set just to win,
If it begins to cringe, then say it again,
The muscle in his legs, hold his support,
N' more if they sway back n' forth til the war,
Whats it for? if you cant impress ya team,
Doesn't mean that your without neccessities,
You dont fight for your country, you fight for you life,
Under light, dimmed for the fright of the fight,
A pussy for life? or a soldier for a day?,
That strayed away, from the image you portrayed,
and so the same, for a warrior with a name,
is as insane to blame if aint made of a brain,
look the opposite way, to what they'd be tellin him,
out of his element, intelligence seems irrelivent,
life, hes sellin it.. for a struggle he cant win, its sad 2 see,
yet some aren't enough to fit the anatomy..

The controversy you despute, you use to a mute,
for the truth that you knew thru to the youth,
prove that to you, cuz its easier said than done,
if guns run thru the lungs of those who have won,
bring what you brung, fingers stop to mock hands,
drop mans by the hours that pass of the clock hands,
then stop plans, then speak mantled words,
you could be a soldier in a uniform or flannel shirt,
its an un-mattered verse.. left un-certain,
to worsen n' interpret dependent on the person,
close the curtain. If you cant face the concents enrolled,
over-sold, an ode told for those who up-hold,
times that go. Anatomy sent to the chest,
locked to the rest, the chest holds your breath,
n' whats left? at the end is your head,
which meant it seperates the depth of reality n' death,
n' it needs to be said, for the armor n' shields,
that the appeal is concealed by peace n' times surreal,
The imagery of bein real.. conversing personally,
perjury against the anatomy of adversity..

It aint hard to tell, but aint never help,
no man do the dirty work he couldn't do himself,
but never felt, always found me quiet,
minus an alliance w/ the finest of silence,
timed when rhymin, watch like minimal tours,
you askin if im a soldier is like askin-
-if the United States won tha Civil War,
n' forever more, is strength over verbal?
if ure not built, is the same for internal?
live for eternal, live to stick up for your court,
that you sport n' distort using force for the war before,
thats your support, swords n' mics,
egnite the fight in ya knife that might strike twice,
n' goes your life, a soldier never falters, a solder never falls,
but if a soldier lets down his walls, hes not a soldier at all,
You've seen what you saw, sights turn despite sum shit,
A soldier strides hiw pride with tightened fists,
never miss, odds you die is 10 to three times,
a hard nine to five behind enemy lines,
Changing times, a soldier is more than a person, more than a thing,
Yet a successful warrior is more than a soldier, n' aligned with a king..