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"Frenemies at War"


We come in the door and the fuckers are laughing,

But they shut the hell up when we up and crack ‘em

In the head, the gut, the shin and the back and

They start begging for mercy and then resort to crying.

We leave ‘em bleeding in the floor, waiting to die,

But from the bottom of my heart comes the question of “Why?

Why beat ‘em to a bloody pulp and just leave ‘em to die?

Why come in and start a fight, just to take flight

When the life they have to live is lost when they die?”

To be honest, I don’t know why

I do the things that I do, so I come up with lies.

I was told not to look back at the boys we left to die,

But I couldn’t help myself, so I looked back and I cried.

I thought to myself I just can’t take their lives.

So I KO’d my so-called “friends” and I ran to the sides

Of the bleeding poor guys that just laid there fighting,

Trying to keep from dying.

This is America and in two places we’re fighting:

At home with friends and family,

And overseas with blood enemies.

Now tell me that freedom’s worth fighting for

When the roles are switched and the rich become the poor

And are forced to live or die in this gang war!

 

Frenemies at war (X2)

Frenemies at

Wars are never what we crack ‘em up to be

When the lives that are but a fee

To cover the cost of the freedom that should really be free.

Overseas are men that fight in uniform

Who’ve been fighting so long, they’ve forgotten what for.

But when men and women are dying on America’s porch

We turn away and we slam the door,

Then we call the men in blue to come and lock up the corpse.

They say all’s fair in love and war,

But if this is fair, I don’t want it anymore.

Why call it warfare when there’s nothing fair in war?

With drive-byes and shootings, oh the blood and gore.

Open the doors and put an end to the war.

 

Frenemies at war (X3)

 

Today,

It’s a brother betrayed,

A plane delayed,

And Fate at the door;

Tomorrow it’ll be

A man hanging from a tree,

A flight attendant missing

And a little kid in a store...

Frenemies at war…

 

Frenemies at war.

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ThomJarr17
<p>I wrote this one a while back after watching Freedom Writers in my marketing class. In this piece, I was trying to put myself in the shoes of a teenage male who'd been unfairly thrust into the middle of a gang war because of his intimidating strength, height, cunning, speed, and fighting ability, in other words because he could haul ass if he got busted. He is conflicted because he is expected to follow orders or die, but he is disgusted with himself for ambushing a group of teenagers - another gang - and leaving them to bleed out; when he realizes that this isn't who he was raised to be, he risks everything to go back and help the boys out and goes on to say how he was dragged into a gang because he felt he had to provide for his family and keep them off the street, and how this isn't fair because, while there are&nbsp;men putting their lives on the line to protect&nbsp;us&nbsp;overseas and they're seen as heroes, he does the same thing for his family&nbsp;on&nbsp;his "home-front" and is seen as criminal scum.</p>

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