Lyrics Ghetto Soldier - Ky-Mani Marley, Maintain, Louie Rankin

Ghetto Soldier

Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier
Fucking with a rebel soldier, a rebel soldier
Fucking with a ghetto soldier, a rebel soldier
I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and dope fiends and the killas
with no soul
See, on my block every chick got a whole lotta thug in 'em
Screamin' «fuck the po-po!»
Ya my papa was a legend, but lemme tell you a lil' somethin' 'bout me,
I was raised up poor
And in my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about who ya befriend, defend ya home
My childhood, memories were on da corner, sippin' Guinness, burnin' marijauna,
plexin' on my name call
Carry a chip on my shoulder, 'bout the size of Texas, you want drama playas
sayin' no more
Ya I’m a product of the street, labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would
they know?
Don’t be so quick to point the finger when really you dont know shit bout me,
soldier release and reload
I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me
Just know ya fuckin' with a ghetto soldier
I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me
Just know ya fuckin' with a rebel soldier
You can never pretend like I don’t exist
I’m in the mist of this thuggin', and I’m huggin the block
Shootin' and never miss, who in the hell is this?
Witneses never make it, no evidence
Snitchin' is not allowed in my residence
Born in this ghetto storm, talk it, walk it, do it all in the ghetto form,
soldiers born
And lose more than a leg or arm, paper chase it doin' a million miles per hour
Live for the moment 'cause I’m knowin' this could be my last hour
Got the flower to bloom, got the power to boom
Get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I’m doomed I’m a goon show
mistakes there ain’t no room for ya
Ain’t no errors 'cause the sheriff’s got a room for ya
They don’t scare us because the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons
see americas most wanted live on your TV’s
Ghetto soldiers they don’t know it but we here to keep your poppin'
This song keep tighten up 'cause they’ll hide ya Johnny Cockren is gone
I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me
Just know ya fuckin' with a ghetto soldier
I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me
Just know ya fuckin' with a rebel soldier
Gotta do what’cha gotta do with the circumstances given
Liven life as a ghetto soldier
It seems the devil’s and demon’s in the police uniforms
And they searchin' for ghetto kids to murder
I was here to survive
When they came to trash the ones who took the note to protect us from every
corner we turn
This systems hittin' the gutters baby hurry daddy lookin' at his .45
Baby gotta eat, so daddy gotta risk his life
This ghetto livin' is the closest thing to suicide
And it’s a give or take, who knows maybe tonight we’ll die?
I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me
Just know ya fuckin' with a ghetto soldier
I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me
Just know ya fuckin' with a rebel soldier