| This here’s a ballad for all the fallen soldiers
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| I’ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)
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| and a soldier’s life, parallel
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| And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)
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| Picture split screen
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| On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)
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| Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers)
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| They’re both at war (this is life)
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| Stay with us
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| Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
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| So don’t you worry, about what you see, it will pass
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| You lost him mama, the wars calling him
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| Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them
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| He’s a soldier
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| Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold
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| Now its time to provide bank
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| Like he’s supposed tah
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| Now just remember while he’s going to November
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| Theres part of him growing up
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| His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah
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| Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up
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| Yeah i know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud
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| A couple of speed bumps
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| You gotta take your lumps
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| Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror
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| Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten
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| Crack was anthrax back then, back when
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| Police was Al’Qaeda to black men
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| While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion
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| He was off the wall killing for a living
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| Days turn to nights, nights turn to years
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| Years turn to «how the fuck we make it in here?»
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| My barracks average couple fights a day
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| Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day
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| And I feel like I’m just writing my life away
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| I never thought shit could end up quite this way
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| There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from
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| I’m here for the good fight only the fakes run
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| I’m here for the purple heart, if I cant take one
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| For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?
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| I love my niggas more then anything else
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| This war’s about my family, me needin the wealth
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| You dont understand how useless as men we felt
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| Till you become a 5 star general
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| Shout out to my niggas that’s locked in jail
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| P.O.W.'s thats still in the war for real
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| Your baby boy is getting grown
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| So your baby boy is moving on
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| I’ve gotta chase (gotta chase it)
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| If I’m gonna make it (gonna make it)
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| Your baby boy is getting grown
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| So your baby boy is moving on
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| I’m gonna make it
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| Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)
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| Mama said pray your sons becoming a man
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| This wars taxin to 'em like Uncle Sam
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| He ain’t gonna always make the right choice, understand
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| Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam
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| It’s death before dishonour
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| And if hes gone you should honor his memory
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| Dont cry we all gonna die eventually
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| But if he’s locked in the penetentiary send him some energy
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| They all winners to me
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| (What's up kid?) |