Tell me the promise of Fortune and Fame Tell me how come it ends all the same Tell me the story of young and the old while we bleed, to death, this
Wake up feeling good Go to bed frequently lost in the wood A soldier?s tale of soul winning love No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth All over now
[T-Pain] Let me- Let me- Let me talk to ya, Let's- Let's talk money, Let me- Let me talk to ya, Let's- Let's talk money, Let me- Let me talk to ya, Let
Well, now, I'm out here under guard tonight I wear the ball and chain Joined up to fight the Yankee cavalry Oh, we got here cold and hungry Then they
I left home on a southbound train One September in the pouring rain A midnight flyer and a girl named Lori Rose Mama said, son it won't last She'll be
I left home on a southbound train One September in the pouring rain A midnight flyer and a girl named Lori Rose Mama said, "Son, it won't last She'll
am a soldier's angel Through the eyes of a soldier Through the eyes of a soldier I am a soldier's mother Through the eyes of an angel I am a soldier
the warriors, whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
This is for the soldiers That see the sun at midnight You dig, let me slow down It's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better
Let my inspiration flow In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm That will not forsake you Till my tale is told and done While the firelight's aglow Strange
soldiers Come up on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come out on the hills by little boy soldiers Come on outside, I'll sing you a lullaby Or tell a tale
the same color as mine's, black man rise To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings Ghetto children this is how we living All my gangsta soldiers
Its a Ghetto Fairy Tale... Ya ya ya ya It was two weeks before my son's birthday, The "DT's" were ringing my bell. (ma'am we need to ask you a
get yo shit right I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack
germaniator The greater the risk you fuckin' hater Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin' the fader slow With the hi lo, servin' the blow, who got the glow Dead men tale no tales
nickel Hopin' God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin' bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier
the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight And for each and every underdog, soldier in the
