Lyrics:
In the councils of government
We must guard against
The acquisition of unwarranted influence
Whether sought or unsought
By the military-industrial
crazy boo
But when you had me, you had a soldier too
Don't you worry 'bout a thing cuz I got you
Just wanna take your time
To tell ya how I feel
(How I
Supreme alchemy, refined chemistry, divine energy
We defined by our memories
On them days that I wish they took me instead of Beverly
I remember Rhapsody
As I stepped out me house I saw this man named Clyde
He took me by the hand saying I'll take you for a ride
I said I cannot go there, there are
think on his own
Can't survive on his own, can't take good care of his
Family, you know what I mean son
I mean, you were put in this world by
soldiers still over seas
Fukushima getting worse, and notice the lack of all bees?
We eat food-like products, and all complain of health
All working like
grows, I like to welcome to my yard
Touchdown for my bitches, pink camouflage
Military soldiers in the big Hummer cars
(Yessir) I'm sitting in the club
without the holster
Somebody told my mama that I owe her
Because she gave birth to two soldiers
I remember she had the Corolla
Look how shit changed,
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
for Fatherland
Who needs bidding to dare by a trumpet blown?
Who lacks pity to spare when the field is won?
Who would fly from a foe if alone
crashing
Any kind of world is possible but our decent nature has allowed us
To be locked into a system owned by nothing more
Than a glorified network
(Hundreds of young girls fast asleep in their beds are awakened by the sound of gunfire)
(Armed attackers have stormed their boarding school and set
to do
Friday night we speeding up in that highway
Turn the music up loud we vibin
We on care bout no five 0 we wilding out
My girl by my side and she
the world like a quake
Mashing hard on the gas, with the coast on the plate
Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers
Got an eye
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is
I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
and that's where my soldiers at for real
Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch
It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I'm on my
with that girl Jackie
While my cousin at the war tryna help the Iraqi
Livin' under pressure, I pray for the soldier
Right across the street while she
broken
Or just getting by
In the orchards 'round their radio
There's a voice there that's giving them hope
He wrote songs out on Coney Isle
That
Breathing in the vapors of the rolling papers
Soldier boys, come making noise
If they only knew the angel that is you
They'd leave me alone, find
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
think on his own
Can't survive on his own, can't take good care of his
Family, you know what I mean son
I mean, you were put in this world by
wasn't a rumor
Cant believe that its over
But if god called you I ain't even mad at him he must have needed a soldier
I was like your mentor you was
This breath I take with you in mind.
This war we fight, we'll fight by your side
I'll do anything to keep us together
We'll do anything to give
say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin'
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