Jake+Rogers

** "Hippies only protest war because they don't know a thing about it, they don't understand why our boys do what they do." ** __**President Ronald Reagan**__ media type="youtube" key="1akDvzTo6EE" height="344" width="425"  [|**Have you Forgotten?**] ** Daryll Worley ** ** I hear people saying We don't need this war But I say there's some things worth fighting for What about our freedom and this piece of ground We didn't get to keep them by backing down Now they say we don't realize the mess we're getting in Before you start to preaching let me ask you this my friend

Have you forgotten how it felt that day? Too see your homeland under fire and her people blown away Have you forgotten when those towers fell? We had neighbors still inside going through a living hell And you say we shouldn't worry about Bin Laden Have you forgotten?

They took all the footage off my TV They said it's too disturbing for you and me It'll just breed anger, it's what the experts say If it was up to me I'd show it everyday Some say this country's just out looking for a fight Well after 9-11 man I'd have to say that's right

Have you forgotten how it felt that day? Too see your homeland under fire and her people blown away Have you forgotten when those towers fell? We had neighbors still inside going through a living hell And we vowed to get the ones behind Bin Laden. Have you forgotten?

I've been there with the soldiers who've gone away to war And you can bet that they remember just what they're fighting for

Have you forgotten all the people killed? Yeah some went down like heroes in that Pennsylvania field Have you forgotten about our Pentagon? Yeah all those loved ones that we lost And those left to carry on Don't you tell me not to worry about Bin Laden Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten... [| N.W.A] [|Express Yourself]** [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilitiesis I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of [|rigor mortis] There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a [|Smith and Wessun] for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

A Butterfly in [|Baghdad]
** Kimberly Olson ** 

Ugliness was everywhere In this city of war and despair Death was all around me Hanging so heavy in the air

The buildings lay in rubble There were remnants of exploded cars Each day I felt new death occur Carving more emotional scars

To feel the tremble of a bombing And know life just ended for many To hear the volley of the gunfire Crushed my hope till there wasn't any

But then I saw a butterfly The symbol of new life And I knew someday there'd be an end To all this ugliness and strife

It may not end tomorrow Or even during our lifetime But the ugliness will go someday Beauty will once again sublime

I followed that little butterfly To see where it might land Just where would it find a flower In all this dirt and sand?

It fluttered here and fluttered there Searching for beauty in this place It even once came up to me And tried landing on my face

That butterfly never once gave up In its search for what it wanted It flew and flew and flew and flew Its persistence never daunted

Then there in the middle of nothing That ever once had given me hope Was a pretty little flower Then I knew that I could cope

At least one of two things will happen With everything that you endure It will tear you down and rip you apart Or build you stronger than before

So look to the little butterfly When you're at the end of your rope Let it be your inspiration And never EVER give up hope!  ** Your true potential ** ** Domonique Hatton ** Even though you were delt a dark hand The strides you will make are unaniable your motivation and determination make you- unqestionable Your possibilities and your end are but to- grand Your true potential

Seeing only the bad never seeing it all Intimidated by everything you never had Made to fill unequal or limited by statics- stated But a true reality saves us before we fall Our true potential

Now that our judgement is unclouded Up we rise like a rose in a cold city Our greatness shines and we are never to be- pitied Our purpose and future ensure that were- never grounded Finally our true potential **__[|Pink Floyd] [|Time]__**  Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired Its good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.  [|Gone Away]__ ** Maybe in another life I could find you there Pulled away before your time I can't deal it's so unfair
 * __[|The Offspring]

And it feels And it feels like Heaven's so far away And it feels Yeah it feels like The world has grown cold Now that you've gone away

Leaving flowers on your grave Show that I still care   But [|black roses]  and Hail Mary's Can't bring back what's taken from me I reach to the sky And call out your name And if I could trade I would

And it feels And it feels like Heaven's so far away And it stings Yeah it stings now The world is so cold Now that you've gone away  This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
 * __// U.S. Marines Rifleman's Creed //__ **

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!