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The Black Wall
Down in Washington D.C., There’s a wall of names you’ll see.
If you go there, you may find my name.
The vets that came here, some have died,
Some in the flesh, some deep inside,
A man don’t have to limp to be called lame.
Joined the army infantry. Sent to NAM for my country.
When I went to war, nobody cared.
Now you have to wonder why
So many young men had to die
Fighting in a war never declared.
spoken My buddies said that I was dumb.
They said I should dodge and run.
But I signed up the day I got the call,
They all hid in Toronto
So they wouldn’t have to go,
And me, they carved my name on The Black Wall.
Born and raised in New York City, I found out that war ain’t pretty.
I was just a pawn in some big game.
Risked my life a dozen time.
Fighting for somebody’s crimes.
And now they’ve built a wall that bears my name.
spoken They say the army teaches skill.
They taught me to shoot to kill.
Time after time I watched my buddies fall.
Then I got listed MIA. They brought me home in a bag to stay.
And then they carved my name on The Black Wall.
Politicians made this war. Good men died. Who’s keeping score?
In the end the reaper gets us all.
When you have one life to lose, do you have the right to choose?
Or will they write your name on The Black Wall?
Or will they carve your name on The Black Wall?
Or will they simply carve your name on a Black Wall?
Words and Music by Jett Black
