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You sit there and ask why we do nothing
To you we mean nothing
Because we have nothing
Starting from scratch every day, keeping myself alive, keeping my brothers safe.
Staying true to my colors…Believing in what they believe, got me here, nowhere.
Fighting, Smoki’n, Sippi’n. That’s my life. That’s been my life.
Wearing the color of the sky…bleeding the color of the enemy. I watch my brothers die for me, die for us.
Now you sit here and ask why. Why I chose this life, I really don’t know.
Leaving I will be useless.
No longer needed by my brothers, sisters or leaders.
I will be free... For when I change the world will change. But I don’t think I am ready just yet…
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