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Toy Soldier Lyrics - Artist : Tsu Surf
[Tsu Surf:]
It's lost soldiers whose stories'll never be told And behold a young poet, that paint pictures with color That's bold enough to heat up a world That's cold enough to kick a man down I mean how could you kick a man down? Homies still trappin' and workin' That shit for certain, but [?] We keep it on and stay lurkin' And stay prepared for that That's tires screechin' That mean they came to play and they mean it Somebody stayin', some leavin' That's how it goes here He who hesitate gettin' froze here Next day, candle, balloon, rose there, oh dear Mama be crying, "He gone!" And daddy don't know 'cause he gone And lil' bro wanna be just like him, he's a goner This hood amazing Wrong turn, you in a maze You try and reverse, you gettin' shot That's what happens in these places Wasn't a good kid, them reverends just say that Was loyal to his hood Rest his soul, that's where he lay at Amen Now I lay me down to rest May today's sins bring tomorrow's death I mean if the good die young, why I ain't die already? Hell, heaven shouldn't be far 'cause I'm high already [Trev Rich:] Uh, Trev back Tomorrow ain't promised We trapped in this gauntlet, [?] Get a complex, living in that small ass apartment Big as a closet, cologne and residue on your garments I know the drill bro, we warriors We fear failure more than the coroner One [?], we finally pourin' up Just to tolerate the bullshit that the sober me wouldn't And in turn, do some stupid shit the sober me wouldn't I seen niggas sentences get cut from quarters to nickels A couple rock boys probably go paper for them scissors Play your hand homie Since high school, I been the man homie And am I still MME? C'mon thats fam homie My youngin' tryin' to turn 100 grams to 100 grand We mix the purp and gold bottles, feelin' like [?] This shit a trip Lifes a bitch, and she short and thick Crazy too, but we'll make it through And if not, R.I.P |
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