foot soldier
Regina suniga38 Plays
•24 Sep 2019
soldiers foot soldiers are strongest at there weakest even though lifee throws us out to know if knowing is ugly to be known that it a real as it gets in the streets out war of stories to be told by tuff soldiers who not here not here no more more more dead bodies showing up ipeverywhere why j ask my sellf in my head trying to make make sense of it blockkn it out my mind but i keep remembering it like a scrathed record playin its wayin me fown trie to knock my feet from right underneath but soldiers were built not to break even at the weakeast there soils are undesrtuctable like casper the ghost u hear but u dont see him creeps on u as ll times of yhe day fukin with ur head telling u its ok.u stoll confused cause its not makinb sense that the bullet u forgot tjouht missed u really hit you letting ur mond drift to the other place between dead an alive it wasnt yhat ur feet came out from underneath it was u on the other side u understand my drift im so far gone im still. trying to make sence if it what it is or am i still in between yo lace of the unknown wild thug lufe has a mind of its own unkown t stories of a foot soldier at wat to be told yet left you to buty with the dead dam so much confusion in my head aware when u see a soldier standing there he might be reaching out his story dont be scared listen to he breath was it cold lije ixe or hot as hell was it an angel standed tall or a demon at his fall hell what life really is when ut nit in ur right mind all fucked ip sit back to gan ask who am i am i dead or slive
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soldiers foot soldiers are strongest at there weakest even though lifee throws us out to know if knowing is ugly to be known that it a real as it gets in the streets out war of stories to be told by tuff soldiers who not here not here no more more more dead bodies showing up ipeverywhere why j ask my sellf in my head trying to make make sense of it blockkn it out my mind but i keep remembering it like a scrathed record playin its wayin me fown trie to knock my feet from right underneath but soldiers were built not to break even at the weakeast there soils are undesrtuctable like casper the ghost u hear but u dont see him creeps on u as ll times of yhe day fukin with ur head telling u its ok.u stoll confused cause its not makinb sense that the bullet u forgot tjouht missed u really hit you letting ur mond drift to the other place between dead an alive it wasnt yhat ur feet came out from underneath it was u on the other side u understand my drift im so far gone im still. trying to make sence if it what it is or am i still in between yo lace of the unknown wild thug lufe has a mind of its own unkown t stories of a foot soldier at wat to be told yet left you to buty with the dead dam so much confusion in my head aware when u see a soldier standing there he might be reaching out his story dont be scared listen to he breath was it cold lije ixe or hot as hell was it an angel standed tall or a demon at his fall hell what life really is when ut nit in ur right mind all fucked ip sit back to gan ask who am i am i dead or slive
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