This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers   I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)   And a soldier's life, parallel   And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)   Picture split screen   On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)   Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers)   They're both at war (this is life)   Stay with us      Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast   So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass      You lost him mama, the wars calling him   Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them   He's a soldier   Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold   Now its time to provide bank   Like he's supposed tah   Now just remember while he's going to November   Theres part of him growing up   His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah   Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up   Yeah I know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud   A couple of speed bumps   You gotta take your lumps   Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror   Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten   Crack was anthrax back then, back when   Police was Al'Qaeda to black men   While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion   He was off the wall killing for a living      Days turn to nights, nights turn to years   Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?"   My barracks average couple fights a day   Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day   And I feel like I'm just writing my life away   I never thought shit could end up quite this way   There's a war going on outside no man is safe from   I'm here for the good fight only the fakes run   I'm here for the purple heart, if I cant take one   For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?   I love my niggas more then anything else   This war's about my family, me needin the wealth   You dont understand how useless as men we felt   Till you become a 5 star general   Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail   P.O.W.'s thats still in the war for real      Your baby boy is getting grown   So your baby boy is moving on   I've gotta chase (gotta chase it)   If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it)   Your baby boy is getting grown   So your baby boy is moving on   I'm gonna make it   Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)      Mama said pray your sons becoming a man   This wars taxin to 'em like Uncle Sam   Hear the noise make the right choice, understand   Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam   It's death before dishonour   And if hes gone you should honor his memory   Dont cry we all gonna die eventually   But if he's locked in the penetentiary send him some energy   They all winners to me   (What's up kid?)