Da Hood Soldiers
Not ur ordinary soldier,they battle a war they know will never b over.
No army fatigue,juz baggy jeans n a tee.Hustlin in da streets tryin
2 make ends meat,fightin 2 survive so they can provide 4 they families.
Makin money illegaly cuz da government won't hire them legaly.
They have no choice but 2 turn 2 da streets.Street soldiers is wat they r.
They fight n strive juz 2 stay alive.Every street has they own army,soldiers
ready 2 die cuz they know how they live juz ain't right.Dodgin bullets n
sellin drugs,they go home 2 they loved ones n pray 2 da man above.
They have no choice cuz where we from,we have no voice.They will
never know about the talented young souls till they 6ft under,alone n cold.
R.I.P. 2 all da fallen hood soldiers....
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