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3-20-13
On This Mission
LeVar E. Jones
I wanna tell you my story, my life's not in vain,
lived to tell it all, how I endured so much pain:
How I was blind, hard for me to take a step,
thinking about my parents and my son who were left.
My parents are old, my mom has great faith,
now she's on dialysis all because of a doctor's mistake.
My father whom I'm no close to was a victim,
exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam, it's now messing up his system.
He can barely walk, it's hard for him to stand,
want to wave the white flag, and stick it in the sand.
Got a son out there, by the name of Malachi,
smile is irresistible, it can really make you cry.
I left him all alone, now he goes heartache and grief,
hate living with his mom, it's hard for me to reach.
Born with a birth defect, he only has one hand,
I told him don't let that make you less of a man.
Sisters don't care for me, treat me as if I got a disease,
think I'm the same lil brother? Girl Please!
Spent time thinking, as the walls caved in,
nobody there but God and my parents, where are my friends?
The ones who I hung with where are my peers?
They said "Fuck LeVar" when I received 21 years.
Wanna tell my story, not for no type of recognition,
but I feel I need to while I'm on this mission.
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