Verse :1
Word is bond to foreign dirt you were serving on, soldiers of fortune converting all those who worship wrong

Birth of a nation on native peoples aborted homes, follow the trail of tears the families were escorted on.

Word is bond to all the soldiers of foreign wars, including those who didn’t know what they were fighting for.

Who didn’t know that they were leading invasions and changing history, which ultimately led to them rewriting yours.

Miseries of Infantries in their infancy, devastation of generations live in infamy.

Boo ma yay, to all the kids in a school today, who’s grand parents escaped the genocide on the Jewish faith.

For human living I’m giving you just a glimpse, the ugliness of truth is beauty being eclipsed.

See they would have you believe that we’re the land of the free and also home of the brave, not slaves, shackles and whips.

Verse 2:

Word is bond to every word in the verse I’m on, certain songs worth less than the disc you burned them on.

Disc jockey’s do me a favor and run it back so they don’t have to question whether or not they heard him wrong.

Indie artists fight hardest from in the trenches, with the intentions of getting massive attention.

Look what we’re up against, infinite capital, marketing strategies got the people defenseless.

Radio formatting, video programming, psychological warfare has got the clones jamming.

Email assault auto responders, for no spamming another weapon of choice are pages for home landings.

Collaborations with other artists for co-branding, twitter bombing and Face booking to grow fan base.

Operation enduring freedom from label deals, independent success to break the label shields.

Verse 3:

Word is bond to everyone who deserves this song, for those who survived a conflict but now they nerves are gone.

Who can’t sleep cause they see faces at night, or duck when cars back fire and doctors are still workin’ on.

Balancing dosages for posttraumatic stress disorder, lasting effects long after crossing the foreign border.

For all the soldiers, military or musical, consider this a 21 gun cause I’m saluting you.

For all the casualties who were lost on the battlefield, and all the artists who were shackled by entrapment deals.

They call us terrorists all we want is the music heard, without sacrificing everything we do deserve.

Whatever you have heard about a 360 deal, just do the research and witness what they can do with words.

Just know that I’m speaking on your behalf, your
memory will live forever in my paragraphs.