Soldiers Lyrics - The Language Of My World - Macklemore

This is for my soldiers 

Not my soldiers that chose to be soldiers 

But the soldiers that were forced to be soldiers 

Now what's the trouble, you scared of being a human? 

If the truth is a tool I double dare you to use it 

Hit the booth and I'm well aware of what I'm doin' 

If I confuse you with the humor I'm preparing them for the movement 

I've been alive before and every person's got a purpose 

Most don't observe it or know what they're striving towards 

Only you can light the torch 

Cause you won't survive the war if you don't know what the fuck it is you're fighting for 

Most of us won't open up and trust the inner source 

Combined with being tempted to just accept it 

But don't twist the message, if you must think of my support 

Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit 

I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors 

Forced into a war, an entrance with no exit 

Before they could grow up, just some crazy soldiers 

Armin them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless 

Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance them 

In his own words 21st century panther 

13 years old gets into a fight 

Decided to steal the kid's bike 

Cops come and he ends up in hand cuffs 

Two months in and now he's caught in the trap 

Got out, got caught with a gat and crack 

Now whatta these people think 

Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room with a mac 

And he'll be policed until the day he can legally drink 

Now tell me what's the matter with this picture 

I wish it was a dream but it seems too vivid 

There's blood on these streets I can't see who's is it 

I should probably mind my business 

I said tell me what's the matter with this picture 

I wish it was a dream but it seems to vivid 

There's blood on these streets I can see whose is it 

America wants me to mind my business 

Now if you contain anything in a cage 

Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape right? 

When these kids get out of the gates and face life 

If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate they'll behave like? 

The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen 

And that's strange right 

It's a snowball effect, and they wanna see you again 

So they can make sure that America remains white 

Yup, going back on that race shit 

Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and 

If the American dream is to make it 

It's obviously blatant that if you're left with nothing, what do you do? 

Attempted Murder was the case 

My man got beat up, stomped in his face 

Ask George bush what you do when you're attacked 

His boy went and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg 

Now George you can relate, 

Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't funny 

Proving sometimes you gotta take something to make money 

My man's homie snitched and said that he planned to hit 

And he'll be out when he's 46 

Now ain't the game something 

The soldiers follow the same orders 

The generals are Crips folk and south of the boarder 

Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in that has his disorder 

If there's a fiend on the block, somebody's servin em 

If there's a teen with a Glock, there's a cop lookin to turn em in 

If you have something I want, there's somebody murderin 

Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from 

Now tell me what's the matter with this picture 

I wish it was a dream but it seems too vivid 

There's blood on these streets I can't see whose is it 

I should probably mind my business 

I said tell me what's the matter with this picture 

I wish it was a dream but it seems to vivid 

There's blood on these streets I can see whose is it 

America wants me to mind my business 

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