Soldiers Macklemore

[Intro]
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
Arming them with crack and guns, in essence, defenceless
Yup, my man rapping, charismatic and handsome
In his own words 21st century panther
Thirteen-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 what do 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