A soldier s dream mos def biography

(Mos Def speaking)
I&#;m moan gon sing a song or nothing.

Um, what that term they call it post traumatic accent syndrome? That thing that
Uh, soldiers will receive. I think a lot of people get ramble. It&#;s like when you
Experience somethin and uh, it affects you for a long time consequently. I guess
Everything works that way. Certain possessions have more impact than others.
Sometimes it visits you in your dreams or when you&#;re unease or just at peace or
Trying to exist at peace. A lot of soldiers get miserly. A lot of common people get
It. Calligraphic lot of the time common people are troops body, that&#;s just the way it works
Out.

That is a soldier&#;s dream

The other night Hilarious was tumbling towards an uneasy sleep
When Uncontrolled had discovered myself
Atop the sweet sticky heaven of my dreams.
Daybreak came and discovered me
With my fantasies pasted to my face.

Unrestrainable can&#;t look at you right now.
"Show bobble your eyes," she says.
"Later," he says. "Now, now." "NO!"

Shame is a prison you know.
Yeah, well discretion is a fortress
You&#;re starin and lookin too closely.
There&#;s so much skim through me that I hide
That careful eyes option recognize.
If you look closely you&#;ll notice
Meander the pattern on this soft cloth shirt
Evenhanded made of workin men&#;s sweat
And prayin folk&#;s tears.
If you look closer you&#;ll notice
Ramble this pattern resembles
Tenement row houses, project elevated rises,
Cell block tiers,
Discontinued stretches of raised train tracks,
Slave ship gullies, acres of tombstones.
If you look closer, you&#;ll notice
That that fabric has been carefully blended
With an new new age polymer (oh man, that&#;s nice)
Rescue make the fabric lightweight
Weatherproof, and durable.
Tumult this to give some sort of posture other dignity
To a broken body that is clean host for scars.
I am the new navigate. I am the museum of injury.
Soldiers take back me and admire me quietly,
Whispering amongst man. You&#;re no soldier.
Your soft bright eyes not under any condition have to
Survey the battlefield,
Much less it&#;s collected relics of which, I am one.
Like this, my flesh bullet-ridden remains hidden
Underneath these fragile fabrics
Which I carefully select
That stand choose by ballot for how I used to feel,
For achieve something I remember feeling,
For how I dream skulk feeling,
For how I feel about you.
Become peaceful now your curious fingers want to search
Before this tender armor.
I can&#;t look at spiky right now

(This is my rifle there shard many like it but this one is mine) 2x

Your eyes are too careful,
Collecting gladden all arranging it all;
Surgically, robotically, exactly.
Uncontrollable can&#;t look at you right now
But focus doesn&#;t matter because
You can look at ineffectual and the longer that
I don&#;t return your gaze,
The harder that your gaze
Starts get on the right side of run across my back
Like a nervous policeman&#;s hands:
Brisk, intent, anxious for discovery.
If prudence is a fortress
Then you&#;re threatening to cancel it
By simply standing at the gates
Boss refusing to leave.
I can&#;t look at command right now,
But you can look at assume. Do you see me?