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To whom it may concern,
I'm writing you this letter
on behalf of those boys that we call men
The ones on whom we bestow our burden of defense.
The ones with the mothers and fathers,
the sons and the daughters,
the ones we've convinced they are fighting
with purpose but have been sentenced to death.
This is a redress of grievances.
This is a high time for reason.
We couldn't hold a candle to the greatest instead we are generation kill.
At times I've thought of joining and at times I still do.
To pump my heart full of pride not just red white and blue.
To whom it may concern.
I'm writing you this letter to appeal to your senses.
Bring them home today.
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If You Wanna Be the Best
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This is
the pulpit from which I spit my cud.
I clench the microphone with
white knuckled fists and
burn the ducts of my eyes with sweat.
And it's time for you to do the same.
Tear this mic from my hands.
Let's shred our voices screaming
over things we'll never comprehend.
Because this is the stage where
trudging through the stagnant chords
can make us feel the same.
Make us feel as if we belong...
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