Not a Hero
For six months
I rose before the sun
To become the top gun
With my platoon I will graduate
To receive my LAPD navy uniform
And cruise the City of Angels
In a black and white vehicle
Most of the time my partner and I
Will leave home
Kissing our family goodbye
Hoping to be home soon
A quiet prayer I will say
At any time of the day
Under any weather
In any situation
I am ready
To protect and service
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