God’s New Blessed Soldier

Ain’t no ways ’bout it. Poor gotta’ do da war thing. While rich folks gitta live. Watch us poor people die.

Ma’ boy’s still a fightin’. Crawlin’ and walkin’ and practicin’ combat rolls and marchin’s songs. Da songs don’t sound much more tha goos and gagas but damn day do sound like marchin’ for me. Get my legs movin’.

Can only hope boy takes it to the fight. Enemy will always be. Ain’t no rich people goin’ not want kill ‘em selves. ain’t no richie goin’ do that.

Got some poor people wantin’ me to be support poor people for was. I just might. you wait and sees. I’ll get poor people wantin’ ta fight rich people if’n we the only to be fightin’

Fightin’ like ma’ boy does when’a you take dat pacifier away.