[Rhymefest]    Straight outta highschool he didn't know what to do    Wanted to go to college but no money was nothin' new    Wanted to get away go see the world and do somethin' new    He got approached in the mall by the army recruit    Told him "If you wanna go to school we got money too,    Sign up at eighteen you be you when you twenty-two"    He joined the army airborne got his uniform went to bootcamp got some    discipline Iraq is where they shipped him    He's in the mission where bullets flyin' and missin him    Wishin' he was a kid again with his family in Michigan    In the midst of fightin' militiamen, one round took down six of them    He ain't really a killa though, takin' a lotta risks    This is what a poor person do for a scholarship    He turned around and got a face full of hollow-tips    But don't be mad, he died for the flag       [Chorus: Citizen Cope]    Now what you've done here, is put yourself between a bullet and a target    And it won't be long before, you're pullin' yourself away    What you've done here, is put yourself between a bullet and a target    And it won't be long before, you're pullin' yourself away       [Rhymefest]    Papa was a playa, knew just what to say ta'    Get the women back to his lair, and lay her    If sex had a trophy he's the Hiesman touchdown    Hittin' models and B-chicks in Buzztown    He got the women with crazy stares with his lady there    Thay ain't care they like "Ooh look at his baby hair"    He took 'em all put 'em in a line hit five new chickens    He though they was fine    Got head from five dopefiends smokin' a dime    And did it all raw dog, and dog I ain't lyin'    Til' he woke up one season with legions    He went to the doctor asked him what was the reason    The test read positive he couldn't believe it    He tried to blame God askin' why did he leave him    Pleadin' please let the disease leave him    From women that he conquered, he caught the monster       [Chorus]       [Rhymefest]    Now when the sun goes down, north side of town    On the other side of the block, when cops ain't around    On the same side of the street that 'Pac hit the ground    Not in Vegas, cause every nigga got 'Pac in him now    When my guys hit the block, and we provin' we thugs    I ain't on no swim team but you see pools of blood    Skip Judy when you die, she ain't whose the judge    If you married to game then prove your love    Here's a strap shorty, shoot it do it then do it    This ain't a game this a organized movement    My hurt, my love, my pain, my stress    My strife, my wife, my life, my test    We made for more, we die for less    When you starvin' in the ghetto I'ma right the rest    See my girl think I'm hard, and my Momma think I'm hard    But when I'm all up in the dark I just fall on my knees       [Chorus]