Soldier Story

[Young Malice] Where I'm from? Killers go dumb Usually deatch is the outcome Welcome to the jungle Where kidnappers hunt you The streets they really want you Serious No smile on this block gives answers gets per curious Good times disappears quickly back into a mist Shoot I hardly ever miss That means I'm accurate Crack the pitch Then pretty soon I have to switch Scratching the itch with paper cuts on my index The real riders shoot up blocks and screams "who next?" Like my nigga 2-Tech he totes 2-techs. It been a beef before in Houston they called it "plex" They got to know the protocol I'm warning y'all It gets deep So deep the prison guards will put you to sleep Rest eternally No coming back You OD'd Overdose This neighborhood got me comatose Back up against the wall another statistic I know [Chorus Z-Ro] The streets always been my daddy And mommy is the colleges I'm a soldier and I'm about my mail If I get busted I'm not about to tell Because I'm a gangster The streets always been my daddy And mommy is the colleges I'm a solider and I'm about my mail I ain't trying to do right because I'm already living in hell Because I'm a gangster [Will Hen] The gas prices are too high Pay raises too low I'm better off in the game flippin kicks like Judo Or out somewhere pimpin getting money by the two hoes That's why I'm in the lab with The Product spittin new flows Feds watchin my hood entirely too much gunplay Neighborhood basketball star slained last Monday Raided the neighborhood kingpin last Tuesday If this was going on in your neighborhood what would you say? Given the opportunity to tell it to the masses Low and middles class still carrying bus passes Young girls giving birth before they hit the 9th grade About to be a mom and can't even make cool-Aid Who made this crack anyway? Told this about this herron Sold us to alcohol and the guns that we care-on [Chorus Z-Ro] [Scarface] It's like the ghetto got a heart and a soul A mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat die before he grown A lust for a young girl sliding down the pole She's always falling short on her goals The street life is cold It's either when you lose or you fold Money is the root of all evil is what I was told And everything that you thought you would leave there is a hoax You put your faith in front of those demons and when the smoke clear The truth appear The fight for your life The struggles of the wrong versuses right And wrong won The song sung In the keys of reality When death crosses your path bloodshed tragically So automatically you come to a close And realize no matter what the key to the codes I seen the hood swallow motherfuckers whole Then shit them out in the system ain't never make it home I know [Chorus Z-Ro]