2 Die 4 Poem by Emanuel Jones

Why would you die for the stars and stripes,
When poverty leaves you with scars for life,
Heartache makes it to hard to fight,
Killin' each other over cars and ice,

But I don't look at it as dyin' fot this country,
When slavery was the only reason they wanted me,
Ran away to be free they turned around and hunted me,
Couldn't reach freedom even though it was right in front of me,

Instead there's another reason I lay my life on the line,
Time after time,
For the one's I love I wouldn't mind,

Losin' my legs...
Or a bullet in the head,
'Cause you could consider me dead,
If A'Niya Ain't got bread,

So before you raise your right hand,
You betta have a plan,
'Cause the ARMY ain't necessarily made for a BLACK MAN! ! !

COPYWRITED 2006