Soldiers - Original

[Intro]

This is for my soldiers

Not my soldiers that chose to be soldiers

But the soldiers that were forced to be soldiers

Now what’s the trouble, you scared of being a human?

If the truth is a tool I double dare you to use it

Hit the booth and I’m well aware of what I’m doin’

If I confuse you with the humor I’m preparing them for the movement

I’ve been alive before and every person’s got a purpose

Most don’t observe it or know what they’re striving towards

Only you can light the torch

Cause you won’t survive the war if you don’t know what the fuck it is you’re fighting for

Most of us won’t open up and trust the inner source

Combined with being tempted to just accept it

But don’t twist the message, if you must think of my support

Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit

I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors

Forced into a war, an entrance with no exit

Before they could grow up, just some crazy soldiers

Arming them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless

Yup, my man rapping killsmatic enhance them

In his own words 21st century panther

13 years old gets into a fight

Decided to steal the kid’s bike

Cops come and he ends up in hand cuffs

Two months in and now he’s caught in the trap

Got out, got caught with a gat and crack

Now what do these people think

Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room with a mac

And he’ll be policed until the day he can legally drink

[Hook]

Now tell me what’s the matter with this picture

I wish it was a dream but it seems too vivid

There’s blood on these streets I can’t see who’s is it

I should probably mind my business

I said tell me what’s the matter with this picture

I wish it was a dream but it seems to vivid

There’s blood on these streets I can see whose is it

America wants me to mind my business

Now if you contain anything in a cage

Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape right?

When these kids get out of the gates and face life

If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate they’ll behave like?

The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen

And that’s strange right

It’s a snowball effect, and they wanna see you again

So they can make sure that America remains white

Yup, going back on that race shit

Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and

If the American dream is to make it

It’s obviously blatant that if you’re left with nothing, what do you do?

Take it

Attempted Murder was the case

My man got beat up, stomped in his face

Ask George Bush what you do when you’re attacked

His boy went and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg

Now George you can relate

Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't funny

Proving sometimes you gotta take something to make money

My man’s homie snitched and said that he planned to hit

And he’ll be out when he’s 46

Now ain’t the game something

The soldiers follow the same orders

The generals are Crips folk and south of the border

Nortenos and bloods

Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in that has his disorder

If there’s a fiend on the block, somebody’s serving em

If there’s a teen with a Glock, there’s a cop looking to turn 'em in

If you have something I want, there’s somebody murdering

Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from

[Hook]