Pain (Fallen Soldiers)

Said life get gritty when you really in a box not uptop
But the box that make a nigga get the chop hit at opps
Run him out his checks then take him out his socks
Leave him ducking when we thumping catching buckets off his mop
Fuck you talking I be walking with a glock ain't no killer but I can be if demands is made For shots
Not demands like a command but if the man left me no option
I ain't trying to catch no body but don't think that I won't start
Switching to lyrics from the heart
My nigga spirit is departed and I'm feel like I'm retarded mind is spinning word is bond
My legs went out shit hit me hard
When niggas told me I just folded in a ball
I swear to god it's only once that I had felt this way before I was like Fifteen
Ain't had no chop but on the streets there was no options
Different blocks I crib hopped with different people
It ain't no joke shit I was broke and homeless hoping I could leave
Then I left home and nigga wrote me on my phone like nigga peep he said
"Ya nigga Malcom he had cancer for a year we tried ya door but niggas opened up and Said you wasn't there
I tried to call but then they said you wasn't answering I'm here
To tell you the funeral Friday and I thought you should be there"

That shit it really broke me just a youngin on the climb growing up I was a nut but now I'm bugging all the time
It left me cold to know my uncle was alone before he died he was on go and niggas hit Em off they road they gotta die
And when they told me that my mans was in the roof when he was dying
Found his body with no clothes and bullet holes all through his spine
I lost my fucking mind
Nigga no life in his eyes niggas
Was spiteful to my nigga I might spin the block killing
I don't give a fuck ima keep it tucked it's for pop
Niggas caught E in the drop
Now I can't sleep in the dark
My heart feening the spark the Parked V in dark I sneak creep on the lot
Then sling heat at ya top and bring beef on ya block and let ya people dem rot
You dead sleeping I'm not gon speak
He in a box you'll see me with the cops
When I feed him the glock
I'm not speaking I'm just not keeping secrets
It's not discreet the heathens get mopped and cleaned with heater and chops
Please believe it I'm hot headed
I'm pleased when they drop dead and the lead I be giving out is for opps head
It's like for every tear a nigga drop I let the glock shed fuck!