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Light Weight
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IP:
A corrected profession, a selected impression besting
the holes holding whole souls where bodies lay resting
Investing in pressing presses, extra, read all about it…
a soldier’s known abode, flown home and didn’t doubt it
Surrounded by pounding thoughts, crack rocks stonin’ me
‘Cause unless you’ve walked on the moon………………
……………………………….You can’t comp the gravity.
A wealthy man once told me not to live to be alive
It’s like he was the stars and we were the stripes…
I replied with denied interest, a lackluster advance
Implied we lose legs for each other, but we die for a stand
Slam shots of whisky, but take shots of lead to the head…
Why should I bleed on the flag, just to keep the stripes red?
Dying for money, poverty thriving in this country of chance…
But a chance every minute… is minute in a second glance
So don’t fight for money… just be patriotic and brag…
Or…
Know that our hope rests on those who hoist the tattered flag.
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Was he robbed of the ashphalt that cushioned his face?
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