Testo della canzone Ghetto Soldier (Ky-Mani Marley, Maintain & Louie Rankin), tratta dall'album Radio

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

Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier, Rebel soldier, rebel soldier, ghetto soldier, rebel soldier

I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and dope fiends and the killas with no soul
See on the 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
In my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about who ya Befriend Defend ya home
My childhood, Memories were on da corner sippin guiness 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 the thugs, 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 sherriffs 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

Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as a ghetto soldier
It seems the devils and demons and 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 daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the suicide
And its a give or take who knows maybe tonight we'll die



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