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Watching tears fall as I'm grasping the pistol to my head
Reminiscing on good deeds now eroded wondering if I’m better off dead
Bleeding out my one last tear for a broken southern promise
Crying my one last drop of blood from my lonely carcass

How can a man be so evil to deserve the life I lead
How am I a criminal if for freedom my blood was shed
I sleep to the sounds of death and screaming from my sergeants
The same screams that result me hiding behind narcotics

Flashbacks of fear that contradict the loving words that I've said
Unable to retrieve success but I'm no stranger to bleeding for bread
Years of a rough life had visions of turning me heartless
I've cried many tears searching  for love inside of my own darkness

Hurt Endlessly

Selfish society wont save my soul or even search for something to save

Homeless and broken hearted, nothing is free in the land of the brave

I went from living well to living back amongst poverty 

Now all I see is a burning hell the curse of my sobriety 

Love looks like blood so I'm tragically stuck inside of a murder scene

She loves me or she loves me not, emotional ping pong for a fiend 

Dreaming of the times we had as lovers and missing those smiles

Subtract drugs and feel the pain it uncovers as we both become something like rivals

The pain brings tears to my eyes while regaining innocence 

Tears drop and disappear like water in the ocean with no drops missed

My pain and the ocean water both powerful and forever endless 

But neither as powerful as the love from her or the feeling of love that I miss

Train of Tragedy

I bought two tickets to happiness with storage space up above
I miss her but she never missed me she never even tried to come. 
Scared of my own reality so I boarded the train with no love. 
Painful truths paint terrible poetry, she left me lone, dark, deaf and dumb. 

I've been on this train awhile ago as I try to remember back.
The memory hits me like in '06 when my friend died in the I.E.D attack 
My tears fall to the ground like his burning body fell back in Iraq
 I've been home over 6 years with no success of getting on track

 My ideas have all expired like the love that was held for me
 I live in no prison but a broken heart prevents me from feeling free
 I might die young but remember my life and allow it a legacy 
Soldier, poet and an outlaw, I left this world more then just my tragedy

Fiends and Broken Dreams

Broke dreams turn into broke fiends
Shot down my success so I shot up my veins
Might be a baby on the way,it got me stressin'
Broke with no job, hunger teaches a hard lesson

Girls in the back room getting high with depravity
Product of her parents, addiction and poverty
I'm in the front room looking for change and time to buy
No love but fuck an image, survival is in short supply

Fuck yes I'm angry, history dealt me a bad hand
I'm left hungry, can't live right, guess its back to poverty again
Overly trained,dangerously educated, and a new lesson plan
No respect for myself but fuck the system,with bullets or words, I'll still kill a man

I'll find freedom 6 feet deep in the sticks of Tennessee
So I'm digging a grave for a man, viewed dead like me
A coffin nailed shut with addiction and tragedy
Death dealt from a ravage rifle of fate, that fired a kill shot of insanity

Hard times hit, too hard for friends, ignored my cries, ignored my screams
Fatal truth of life that surrounds my reality,still no friends, just more fiends
Coming back up so I'll remember their actions and I'll guarantee
If y'all see me around, I don't remember you and y'all don't know me

Similar Struggle's

My mama showed me light, my daddy showed me struggle
Both loved me through the pain, even if they didn't love each other
My brother is a father, my sister is a mother
My path perceives the post and the past pain of a soldier
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A preacher of peace but a soldier on the street
Talent to teach the world until the day me and my uncle meet
To love is to live, but life is just a lesson to learn
No heaven for criminals, but hell is just a place to burn
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Endlessly searched my soul for something to save
Along my journey I buried brothers and dug my own grave
Pistol to my head, needle in my arm, all lights turned dark
An angel in my bed, free from harm, just listen to your heart
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With an empty fridge came an empty stomach
War brought freedom and benefits but both are non existent 
Entitled to pay taxes but not entitled to food stamps
Stood up next to Uncle Sam but now I take a different stance
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Time for change when a mirror makes me disgusted
Razor in range, death before dishonor, bleed out before I'm busted
All I feel is pain, forgotten future formed a bad habit
Paint a painful truth, yesterdays pain creates today's drug addict
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Brother's busy with custody and court, just trying to live average 
I lost my sister to my lifestyle, she won't accept a savage 
My mama fights the white, my daddy fights the bottle
I  melt my future in a pipe grab my whiskey then swallow
No more struggles, No more tomorrow

Live and Die Carefree

If you looking for me you should look down in Tennessee
Living with homemade poison til the government get me
needed help up alternatively she fell with me
moved from bottom of a bottle to the bottom of the baggy
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They change laws but I refuse to be caught or caged
Love over law nothing but a fair exchange
missing a lot but I ain't missing my morals
I'm no traitor they turned my friends to rivals
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They fiend my failure yet they pinned my medals
pray for peace but their lesson plan taught death and pistols
Used to dream big now I live inside nightmares
Unanswered prayers form reality check on who cares
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We need help now so we can't wait for Christ resurrected
Homeless veterans dying on own streets from being neglected
kids at home being taught addiction and molestation
Kenneth I will teach you evil, no words, only action
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You labeled me an outlaw because I chose to live free,
Called me Robin Hood for taking what the government don't need,
I lived honest so in death I can rest in peace carefree
If heaven won't take me, bury me with my boots six feet down in Tennessee

Stolen Survivors

We live everyday as if it's our last day

We've been through it all and finished it our own way

Our post traumatic past prevents positive poems 

Our hatred grew from growing up out of broken homes

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Survivors made from addicted families and combat zones

No food stamps, our hunger turns crystals into blood stones

Keep your Jesus but we will take your water and wine

She's promised to heaven but I already missed my deadline