Verse 1 - Dax Falcon
Uh, I lost a couple soldiers
Fighting a war in this world and these warriors I told em
That if some shit go down then your mothers, I’ll hold em
And your brothers, I’ll teach em, Your family I’ll console em
It’s unfortunate who you have and their taken away
Making plans for tomorrow, but they taken today
And they were fighting for success in the night they would pray
For that money power respect but you know what they say
With power there’s envy
With respect, there’s enemies
And the money’s the worst
Now you want to be a frenemy
But that ain’t gone work
It’s gone take too much energy
So you make it work
And you gone find your inner G
And try to go Berserk
And I can almost guarantee that if that toolie burst
You’ll only ruin my family and that’s gone make it worst
So there’s gone be another funeral order the hearse
Yea order the hearse
And My soldiers gonna march to the beat of the drum
We say we live for the dream, cops say we die by the gun
Pops said the option is run
Moms said the option is run
Hops in what’s popping my son
Real nigga trying his luck
A soldier is a real nigga trying his luck
A soldier is a real nigga trying his luck
A soldier is a real nigga trying his luck
Hold up, but do y’all give a fuck
My brother’s a soldier
And My cousin’s a soldier
And I said that I love ya
And I meant what I told ya
These things happened to the best of us but it pulled us closer
So yea there is a reason but I’m still needing of some closure
We could just wonder why
Why they have to take my brother
Or my son, or my cousin
End they life, why they night?
Fuck your tears in the mourning
That shit ain't even important
I sleep in black so when I wake you can see that I’m mourning
These little girl whose parents were soldiers, orphan
And now the church gone try to make it right and play that organ
You know that donation is good but we could use some more of em
All that money in the basket, she could use some more of it
Ain’t nothing wrong with that as long as it gets to the little girl
And the pastor don’t try to keep it just to better his world
Damn, you know what happened, just as sure as I’m rapping
Just as sure as the triggers pulled and they swear its an accident
I don’t have to imagine
I lost a man who was like a brother of mine
But now I visit house and every time I take my shoes off, hug his mother
And I can feel the tears when they fall from her eyes
Some of us balance out our lows by getting eyes
Some other challenges we know they so intricate I
Just write these better lyrics to spit the difference my god
I know we all soldiers in the lords eyes
(Sample from Shottas)
Verse 2 - Poppa Left
I woke up screaming fuck the world
I woke up screaming fuck the world
I woke up screaming fuck the world
May the lord be with him
Born into Kevorkian Abortion
Euthanasia for that youthful nature
You feel invincible
Momma raise ya from the era of a gangsta
Not even a mortician could recondition your framework
The way we see things, repeat things, and keep things
For sentimental value, nostalgia surrounds you
So when they pronounce you
The relics you’ve collected
Helps you remember the struggle and the people you’ve protected
The intervention of a militant’s ethics
Intelligent and diligent, intolerant to negligence
Dead presidents, keeping it real won’t pay the bills
We protect the same steeple where our people were killed
The appeal to inertia why change now?
Lets get this money and bang out
Killa crew like the Khmer Rouge
Live from the 38th parallel
Ghost on the carousel
Toast tucked in his belt before he hit the sun belt
Basic was basic
Complexities he faced on a daily basis
A soldier from the streets
Got his medal of honor from settling drama
A true O.G will live long enough to bury his momma
Natural order, while they reenacting the slaughter
I refuse to be a warrior nor a pacifist
I’mma rap a fist in the air kiss my arm like Kaepernick
Turn em into 49ers, reppin san francisco 8
Pledge allegiance to my death if I ever live in hate
If I ever turn from God, hope he bless my dinner plate
Give me the strength to go pray
Give me the length to go gray
I need these nightmares to go away
I don’t want to cope with death, not again
But Lord before you lay my soul to rest
Classify my M.O.S
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
I woke up screaming fuck the world
I woke up screaming fuck the world
I woke up screaming fuck the world
I woke up screaming …
