Street Soldier

                       Street soldiers, a man of the streets

                Fitted caps, wife beaters, timberlands on our feet 

                No father figure in life, so we turn to the hustlers

              Learning the codes from them, more like older brothers 

                  Survival is the key, when growing up in the hood

        Street dreams take over, dreams of nice things and wish we could

                      Have nice things to, turn to what we know

                   Cooking in the kitchen, making rock out of blow

                     Street soldiers, stay strapped with the heat

                    Ready to let off, oh we keep razors in our teeth

                           Post on a block, pack in your socks

                Always near the alley, so it's easy to run from the cops

                       Street soldiers, always wish for better things

           A better way to raise their kids, and provide for what they need 

                             Tattoos on a soldier, tell a life story 

                             Some end in pain, some end in glory 

                     This is actual fact, from a real knowledge holder

            I speak for the hood, because as a youth I was a street soldier