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.