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(Mos Def speaking)
I'm not gon sing a or nothing.

Um, what that term they call it post traumatic stress syndrome? That thing
uh, will get. I think a lot of people get that. It's like when you
experience and uh, it affects you for a long time afterwards. I guess
everything works that way. Certain things more impact than others.
Sometimes it visits you in your dreams or when you're quiet or at peace or
trying to be at peace. A lot of soldiers get it. A lot of common get
it. A lot of the time people are soldiers, that's just the way it works
out.

This is a soldier's

The other night I was tumbling an uneasy sleep
When I had discovered
Atop the sweet firmament of my dreams.
Daybreak and discovered me
With my fantasies to my face.

I cant look at you now.
"Show me eyes," she says.
"Later," he says. "Now, now." "NO!"

is a prison you know.
Yeah, well discretion is a
You're and lookin too closely.
There's so about me that I hide
That careful eyes recognize.
If you look you'll notice
That the pattern on this soft cloth
Is made of men's sweat
And prayin tears.
If you look you'll notice
That pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, high rises,
block tiers,
Discontinued stretches of elevated tracks,
Slave gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you closer, you'll notice
this fabric has been carefully blended
With an advanced new age polymer (oh man, nice)
To the fabric lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
All this to give some sort of posture and
To a broken body is a host for scars.
I am the new landmark. I am the of injury.
visit me and admire me quietly,
Whispering amongst themselves. no soldier.
soft bright eyes never have to
the battlefield,
Much less its relics of which, I am one.
So, my flesh bullet-ridden hidden
Underneath these soft
Which I carefully
That stand in for how I to feel,
For how I feeling,
For how I about feeling,
For how I about you.
And now your curious fingers to search
Beyond this armor.
I cant at you right now

(This is my there are many like it but this one is mine) 2x

eyes are too careful,
Collecting it all it all;
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
I can't at you right now
But that doesn't because
You can look at me and the longer
I don't your gaze,
The harder that your
Starts to run my back
Like a nervous policeman's
Brisk, intent, for discovery.
If discretion is a
Then you're to destroy it
By standing at the gates
And to leave.
I can't look at you now,
But you can at me. Do you see me?