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claiming hoods and territory

as a valuable trophy of gold,

there pride is said to be there own,

expression of power

is demonstrated in their facial expression,

they speak of been careful as you walk the streets,

you may meet guns and sticks,

applying a thought,

no force like there own,

as they empty there 9mm with no remorse,

back in early times and secret books,

I see documentaries of real warriors,

the ones who lined up In rows of lines,

all faced to faced in a lonely land,

for only the warriors

no innocent people they will faced,

separated by an invisible line,

there only distinction a prideful flag,

none of this 7 to 1 odds,

victory came in a high price,

yet victory meant standing strong

while holding there flag,

not babbling it took 6 man

simply to take another one down,

calling themselves indestructible force,

yet if the government steps in the grounds,

I bet all of them come out face to the ground,

rebel I see,

rebel I study,

rebel i hear,

for his will is like another,

a true warrior

protecting his true land and true people,

he will go in to battle holding a bullet on hand,

not paying attention

he is going against a army of death and lies,

he does not introduce terror to his people,

nor vandalized his background,

he gives his people the strength to fight another day,

to fight another day he gives his people strength,

he walks with no fear and clear mind,

as he steps to the wilderness and does not come back,

his people know if he never shows up,

shall be a true man dying for true pride,

for his soul and character lives on forever,

hasta la Victoria  siempre