yo, its unnecessary loss, its unnecessary gain
i'm weighing up the options, the bitter taste it's the same
such a shame, such a waste, an unidentified face
displaced by another, who's to blame in this case?
we point the finger, a singular target
a president, whose president, making dollars in the market
and friend of friends get affected by catastrophe
it means to me so much the bigger picture mate, it has to be
it hits you like a bolt, an assault to emotions
you can heal these wounds yo with stitches or potions
its makes me mad, coz the power I don't have
coz I don't hold the answer to decisions that went bad
and a tear to my right relives the fear of the soldier
and all I want to do is hold her. 
mould your opinions my friends show me sincere
I shed a tear with the innocent but my conscience is clear
but, no prize to claim another name lost to war
no victory appears to be, just violence evermore, what's more
they make it up, they make it true, they push it forward
and we never knew, too busy believing your word

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its the Black hawk down
the words echo in their minds
unjust all wrong and their actions undermined, and
we find the answers, but people have to suffer
another loss, another friend, another life gone a cropper

A loving touch, quick gaze, not much but what can I do?
coz I'm not knowing all the story or the feelings of you
true, and from the heart and apart now forever
the medic of a friend just trying to make people better
ironic in a way and tragedy that's certain, 
coz friends far away fear the close of the curtain
and what's it all for, the war? the enemies defending
coz the more we lose, yo, the more we keep sending
commending the boys reality hits home
this aint nine to five this is treading the unknown
I've been shown by my friend that this affects and reflects
then travels down the line with time I've got respect
coz sensitive and caring, with my friends I'm sharing
the burdens of fights, far away but comparing
conflict like a mixed drink, it'll coz more drama
and brings out the colours of emotional armour
now I see it all more clearly, write a rhyme now please hear me
and sorry to the families that lost loved ones true and dearly
messed up and corrupt, stuck in a rut, we'll make it through
and for the girl to the right this is inspired by you.

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