Lost Soldier

Lost soldier
Running through the streets in the ghetto
Lost soldier
Running from the police in the ghetto
Lost soldier
I can’t take this pressure no more
Lost soldier
He chose the homie love over family
It was five forty a-m in the morning
Palms sweating, drugs pumping
Through his veins flowing
Started panicking about the things he just did
How did it come to this
'Cause ever since a kid
All he wanted was the word called love
But the only love he evr got was hanging with thugs
Put in work for the set, that was all that it was
Plus the only cash h ever got was slanging his drugs
Got addicted to the lifestyle
Was down like it’s gravity
Went from a couple heads in a setting to a family
But little did he know that was affecting his real family
His real family
Momma started noticing her baby boy was changing
Pants were getting baggy and that necklace started hanging
He felt the power, money and respect from the co-blocks
'Til momma found a gun stashed inside of a shoebox
Breaking down desperately, breathing in begging for
Tryna' calm her down but all she ever did was yell
How you got the nerve to do this to me
After everything I’ve done how can you do this to me
You break my heart
Take a look at what’s important
Everything changed once your father got deported
I don’t got papers, what if I left too?
What if they took me, huh?
Tell me what would you do?
Me and your father left everything to give you a better life
And you choose to sell drugs and throw up gang signs
Breaking my heart plus you know I got health issues
You disappoint me, get out my face, I can’t deal with you
Matter of fact get your guns and drugs and pack your bags
Let’s see if you a man, go hit the streets and don’t never come back
Lost soldier
Running through the streets in the ghetto
Lost soldier
Running from the police in the ghetto
Lost soldier
I can’t take this pressure no more
Lost soldier
He chose the homie love over family
He got that four five Colt grip and tucked it inside
Put on his pro club and Chuck Ts
He’s ready to ride
Now it’s time to hit the streets to go and see who is real friends are
His new home was a backseat of his friend’s car
Laying down in that back seat, looking at the sky Thinking bout his life when
he was happy
You see the streets wasn’t a decision
It was more addiction
It was more of what his life was missing
Respect was the answer he was searching
When the older homies came he knew had to put that work in
To prove that he deserved it
To show that he was certain
All the crazy shit he did was on purpose
When the older homies came it was time to ride
He knew that when he hopped in that car it was do or die
Four baldheads dipping in that bucket
When his ass hit that blunt his whole attitude was fuck it
Four baldheads dipping in that bucket
When his ass hit that blunt his whole attitude was fuck it
That’s real life shit
Yeah, that’s real life shit
I know what it’s like man
Just keep your head up
See the light
Find a way out
Lost soldier
Running through the streets in the ghetto
Lost soldier
Running from the police in the ghetto
Lost soldier
I can’t take this pressure no more
Lost soldier
He chose the homie love over family
He chose the homie love over family
Running through the streets in the ghetto
Talking about lost soldier
Running from police in the ghetto
Can’t take this pressure no more
Pressure no more
He chose the homie love over family
He chose the homie love over family
Lost soldier
He chose the homie love over family