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Jan 2015
When the day comes kiss your kids goodbye
Pack up your things with your heads held high
And try not to cry
Cause we got to be strong
Put on a tough face an promise your love ones your coming back home
Cause it'll be us on the front lines
Us who will be the first to hear the bullets fly
And the rockets and tanks
Out here where just a number
Same thing back home
If you think they care our lives on the line
Your horribly wrong an a lil naive
It's us who will be in the trenches fighting for their lives
Because their to priceless to fight an die
They have to many things to loose
They have a lot to prove
But so do we too
Some of us are fighting for the promise of a big financial break
To put food on our babies plate
To stop the bank from taking
Maybe they will train us
And give us a way to survive
Or maybe it's a way to get rid of us
To deplete or population
We outweigh them
But still there on top
They control the flow of money
While our wells run dry
So when that day comes
It's us who's on the front lines
Trying to provide for the ones we love back home
And it's not like we have a choice
We are the ones picked first
But we don't back down
Be ready
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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