To My Street Soldiers
TO MY STREET SOLDIERS
by BambiLynn'14
Sometimes in the game you get too deep
Losing sight of what's real-to lose or to keep
It's not you or sons legacy nor your life
The original intent was to feed you, your kid, and your wife
But perspective gets skewed-reality changed
What you do became you the longer you banged
All money ain't good money mentality was lost
Your wife took your kid and soon after was tossed
Good intention and real love is now bitter with hate
Wheres your soul now at the judgement gate?
Your sons coming up and right behind you
This story in the ghetto is nothing new
I'm putting my words out exactly for this
Don't be that statistic, it's you and yours that you diss
Just play the game-don't let it play you
It is what it is, don't live it too
All that hustling and juggling steady on your grind
Risking life and freedom if you get time
Dedication and work ethic are already there
Don't shoot yourself down-get on a square
Dirty money, trifling women and all that comes fast
Shouldn't overrule you cuz none of it will last
Unless it's for pure survival it's not worth the cost
Of your family, yourself, your soul will be lost
Take all the same long hours, hard work, and tough will and fight
Using learned skillz from that, tough deals, work ethic to do what's right
Don't underestimate all that or you who is stronger than most
When taking that legit will make others toast
Stop fighting each other~or yourself most of all
Be true to you, define yourself, own your **** to stand proud and tall.
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
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