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This here's a ballad for all the soldiers
I'ma 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)
And a soldier's life,
And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget me for a second)
Picture split
On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the (human beings)
Other side you got the getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers)
both at war (this is life)
Stay us

Did you notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it pass

You lost him mama, the calling him
its his duty to fall in line with all of them
He's a
through the ranks as the head of your house hold
Now its to provide bank
he's supposed tah
Now just remember he's going to November
part of him growing up
His soaks up your tears as he holds yah
Your heart beatin so speeding his pulse up
Yeah I know it sucks, Life aint a bud
A couple of bumps
You gotta take lumps
Off to Bootcamp, the worlds terror
Bin Laden happenin in Manhatten
Crack was anthrax back then, when
Police was to black men
While I was out there sinning with no religion
He was off the killing for a living

Days turn to nights, turn to years
Years turn to "how the we make it in here?"
My barracks average couple a day
Get you locked in a hole see the light of day
And I feel like I'm just my life away
I never thought shit could end up this way
There's a war going on outside no man is from
I'm for the good fight only the fakes run
I'm here for the purple heart, if I cant one
For my team or my siblings whats my reason for
I love my niggas more anything else
This war's about my family, me needin the
You understand how useless as men we felt
you become a 5 star general
Shout out to my niggas that's locked in
P.O.W.'s still in the war for real

Your baby boy is getting
So baby boy is moving on
gotta chase (gotta chase it)
If I'm gonna it (gonna make it)
Your baby boy is getting
So your baby boy is on
I'm gonna it
Even if I gotta it (gotta take it)

said pray your sons becoming a man
This wars taxin to 'em Uncle Sam
Hear the noise make the choice, understand
Every that he make he makes it for his fam
It's death dishonour
And if hes gone you should his memory
Dont cry we all die eventually
But if he's locked in the penetentiary him some energy
all winners to me
(What's up kid?)