All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies

When out of a clear sky, the bright

Sky over Japan, they tumbled the

death of light,

For a moment, it's said, there was

brilliance sword-sharp,

A dazzle of white, and then dark.

Into the cavernous blackness, as

home to hell,

Agonies crowded; and high above

in the swell

Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid

and fair,

Men floated serenely as angels

disporting there.

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Tell me, have you looked down at project stair wells
Notice that our people don't fair well?
Farewell to the broke days
We got dreams and hope to get paid
Laid, condo living while we're sipping on chardonnay
Make a sin out the life we were given
Reminiscing when average joe's roamed with smith & wessons
I learned my lessons, create a presence
So when they say I'm broke, I tell 'em my past is not my present
Open presents on Christmas morning, in place of our people mourning
Bullets tend to **** and death is always calling
Frequently calling me at night sometimes
And at night is when we live out our lives of crime
Purchase jewels to claim we're cool, the evils found within me
Spend our income on guns till our funds is almost empty
****, and we're just praying for a way out
Lay on a beach, instead of a street, laid out