Wartime
War Time
I felt like a scrawny teenager that just moved into a new school
Bullied and finessed beyond his control
The battle was beyond my physical capability
I tossed and turned in bed for answers
My strength was lapsing, my weakness exposed
My soldiers downcast and downtrodden
They surrendered their will to the challenge
It was just me, myself, and I
Was there a way out?
How could I maneuver in this plot I found myself?
There was no escaping the harsh realities
Hit with a hook, I swung aimlessly
Waiting for the bell, none came to my rescue
This was tougher than Game 7 of the Playoff Finals
Maybe if I read some books I could find my way around here
Maybe If I listened to some tapes
Maybe if I prayed or meditated and if so, for how long?
I needed answers but I needed to act fast
My heart pumps, my head chooses
My head occupied, my mouth vacant
Warfare is inevitable
The mind is a battleground
I sowed seeds of greatness but it was not on fertile ground
It needed the care only a mother could provide
The tough hands only a father has to direct and guide
Like a potter, I shape my mind into a weapon
And unleash bullets upon the enemies that pounce around
It's war time
I felt like a scrawny teenager that just moved into a new school
Bullied and finessed beyond his control
The battle was beyond my physical capability
I tossed and turned in bed for answers
My strength was lapsing, my weakness exposed
My soldiers downcast and downtrodden
They surrendered their will to the challenge
It was just me, myself, and I
Was there a way out?
How could I maneuver in this plot I found myself?
There was no escaping the harsh realities
Hit with a hook, I swung aimlessly
Waiting for the bell, none came to my rescue
This was tougher than Game 7 of the Playoff Finals
Maybe if I read some books I could find my way around here
Maybe If I listened to some tapes
Maybe if I prayed or meditated and if so, for how long?
I needed answers but I needed to act fast
My heart pumps, my head chooses
My head occupied, my mouth vacant
Warfare is inevitable
The mind is a battleground
I sowed seeds of greatness but it was not on fertile ground
It needed the care only a mother could provide
The tough hands only a father has to direct and guide
Like a potter, I shape my mind into a weapon
And unleash bullets upon the enemies that pounce around
It's war time
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Writer(s): Chigozirim Azuonye
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