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Souljah Story

I'm not Superman but I bare an S on my chest
Symbolic of a brolic Soldier in a front leaning rest �
Doing my best to press on post the traumatics �
Stress disorders tend to create tragic statistics �
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Placing tics on my wall like I'm marking time �
My weapon of choice are words in my rhymes �
Being in a bind like Mike in a straight jacket �
Talking bout Myers if you didn't scope the target �
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Screaming MEDIC!! Please come heal my wounds �
Doc said suck it up and let your strength be exhumed �
The boom of artillery is uncovering caches �
Emerging unto the light bright like solar rays �
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No time to play I.D. clare war at ground zero
Journeying these road marches chasing heroes �
Desiring to emulate them and their steelo �
Standing upright at attention like an N.C.O .