Texty písní Ky-Mani Marley

Ky-Mani Marley

Ghetto Soldier

A ghetto soldier (yeah)

A ghetto soldier

Fucken wid a rebel soldier

A rebel soldier (hehehehe)

How you feel now huh

You think I'm fucken around

Fucken wid a ghetto soldier

A rebel soldier

I was brought up on the block

Wid da hustlas n no fiens

N the killers with no soul

See on my block every chick got a whole lot

A love n them screamin fuck the po po

Yeah my papa was a legend

But let me tell ya lil sumthin bout me

I was raised up poor

N in my hood nobody gave a motherfuck

About who ya befriend defend yoo

My childhood memory is on the corner

Sippin guiness burnin mareewana

Don't cha know my name cool

Carry a chip, on my shoulder

Bout the size a texas you want drama

Playas sayin no more

Yeah imma product of da street

Labeled da mennace to society

How da fuck would dey know

Don't be so quick to point ya finger

When really you don't no shit about me

Soldier release n reload

Ya know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

Hay you can neva pretend like I don't exist

I'm in the misunderstood n I'm huggin the block

Shootin n neva miss who in da hell is dis

Whitnesses neva makin no evidence

Snithcin is not allowed in my residence

Born in this ghetto storm talk it walk it

Do it all in da ghetto form

Soldiers fought lose more then a leg or arm

Paper chasin doin a million miles per hour

Live for the moment coz I'm knowin this could be my last

Hour got the flower to bloom got the power to boom

Can get cha high as da moon but wit dem cowards I'm doomed

Imma goon so mistakes it aint no room for ya

Aint no errors coz dem sherrifs got a room for ya

Aint gon scare us coz the terrors increases da crime

Rate n decease see america's most wanted live on ya tv's

Ghetto soldiers dey don't know it but we here

Keep it poppin it's on tighten up coz dey are hide ya

Johnny cockrom is gone

Ya know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

Gotta do what ya gotta do wit da sercumstances

Given ya livin life as a ghetto soldier

It seems the devils sendin demons in police uniforms

N they searchin for ghetto kids to murder

I was here to survive when dey came to trash the ones

Who took enough to protect us from every corner we turn

They system simply neglect us

Baby hungry daddy lookin at his four five

Baby gotta eat so daddy gotta risk his life

Dis ghetto livin is the closest thing to suicide

N it's a give or take so who knows

Maybe tonight we die

Ya know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

Ya know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a rebel soldier

I know I told ya when ya fucken wid me

Just know ya fucken wid a ghetto soldier

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