Soldier's Union (feat. Bronze Nazareth & Kevlaar 7)

We're in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me
And (yeah), we can stay here get the shit kick out of us (Soldier's Union)
Or (uh-uh), we can fight our way back into the light (yeah)
We can climb outta hell (yah-yeah)

My starvation is fire, baked in barbwire
The harder I fight the more pain I endure
But I continue to move, break bread like communion
My union like a union strike but I still see the moving lights

Of the moving truck, a man can't have nothin'
So I turned from victim to getting it like hitmen
My hood dream like racing a car with no engine
The pins in, from Lyndon to Cherrylawn

How bold could a girl say that she wish she wasn't born?
And I learned that those words echoed indeed 'til dawn
With hope for everlasting memories 'til I'm gone
By way of one drop the plot thickens y'all

I'm Charles Dickens with a rifle like Mark Rypien
Sippin' on tar smoke, hope to get in when I'm open
Nervous when police follow frozen in time
Sometimes cold, sometimes 40 below the line

Watch the evil pass hands and find it in mine
See my people pass off and then watch for a sign
Like, "Why lights go out every time when I walk by?"
The first thing they ask when you're lost is, "Why?"
So feel this like 34 ill clips off realness
The man you don't help, is fearless

I'm the son of god, son of a vet that got spit on
28 years, five more to meet Farad
Footsteps don't follow, hollow tips behind him
Try to find light the glow from my roach is blindin'

Eye on the sparrow, high as hope is narrow
We used to sit on a throne known as Kings and Pharaohs
Triple gooses replace nooses, stairwell chillin'
Now, we only roam as far as our own buildin'

Feeling the cobra clutch, never much, listened to the preachin'
Walked in the streets dabblin' in dirt
Ignored the outreachin', you know it's real when
Niggas react to murder as natural as babies teethin'

The meaning is as lost as Marcus Garvey's teaching
Walked in my moms crib staggering and leaning
Couldn't find my key to slip in, in secret
So my birth earth had to witness her son's demons

If you ain't adding to the answer, you probably the problem
Detroit my stocks in the streets we lodged in
Jake's we stayed dodging 'em, the slums United hard to fight it
But I'm dreaming only see it when I'm sleeping

These Savage lands force the average man to pull a caravan
Tampered Justice upon us hail the Great Migration
The search continues, I've succumb to The Dutchess
Money is always nice but it's the life I'm in love with

Fame just ain't my thing I'd rather breeze through time
When I'm gone live through my songs for I have given peace of mind
In a hood like street signs grow old but ageless
Dirty Sam held back a few grams go make 'em famous

My life is tainted, illustrated as I view it
Poetic with a death wish and most likely the truest
Always room for improvement pursue it like a dime
Put my soul into it tryna keep from losing my mind