Tsu Surf, Trev Rich - Toy Soldiers lyrics
[Tsu Surf, Trev Rich - Toy Soldiers lyrics]
It's lost soldiers whose stories'll
Never be told and behold a young poet
That paint pictures with color
That's bold enough to heat up a world
That's cold enough to kick a man down
I mean how could you kick a man down?
Homies still trappin' and workin'
That shit for certain, but
We keep it on and stay lurkin'
And stay prepared for that
That's tires screechin'
That mean they came to play and they mean it
Somebody stayin', some leavin'
That's how it goes here
He who hesitate gettin' froze here
Next day, candle, balloon, rose there
Oh dear mama be crying, "He gone!"
And daddy don't know 'cause he gone
And lil' bro wanna be just like him
He's a goner this hood amazing
Wrong turn, you in a maze
You try and reverse, you gettin' shot
That's what happens in these places
Wasn't a good kid
Them reverends just say that
Was loyal to his hood
Rest his soul, that's where he lay at amen
Now I lay me down to rest
May today's sins bring tomorrow's death
I mean if the good die young
Why I ain't die already?
Hell, heaven shouldn't be far
'cause I'm high already
Uh, Trev back tomorrow ain't promised
We trapped in this gauntlet, get a complex
Living in that small ass apartment
Big as a closet
Cologne and residue on your garments
I know the drill bro, we warriors
We fear failure more than the coroner
One, we finally pourin' up
Just to tolerate the bullshit that
The sober me wouldn't and in turn
Do some stupid shit the sober me wouldn't
I seen niggas sentences get cut
From quarters to nickels
A couple rock boys probably go
Paper for them scissors play your hand homie
Since high school, I been the man homie
And am I still MME? C'mon thats fam homie
My youngin' tryin' to turn 100
Grams to 100 grand
We mix the purp and gold bottles
Feelin' like this shit a trip
Lifes a bitch, and she short and thick
Crazy too, but we'll make it through
And if not, RIP
Never be told and behold a young poet
That paint pictures with color
That's bold enough to heat up a world
That's cold enough to kick a man down
I mean how could you kick a man down?
Homies still trappin' and workin'
That shit for certain, but
We keep it on and stay lurkin'
And stay prepared for that
That's tires screechin'
That mean they came to play and they mean it
Somebody stayin', some leavin'
That's how it goes here
He who hesitate gettin' froze here
Next day, candle, balloon, rose there
Oh dear mama be crying, "He gone!"
And daddy don't know 'cause he gone
And lil' bro wanna be just like him
He's a goner this hood amazing
Wrong turn, you in a maze
You try and reverse, you gettin' shot
That's what happens in these places
Wasn't a good kid
Them reverends just say that
Was loyal to his hood
Rest his soul, that's where he lay at amen
Now I lay me down to rest
May today's sins bring tomorrow's death
I mean if the good die young
Why I ain't die already?
Hell, heaven shouldn't be far
'cause I'm high already
Uh, Trev back tomorrow ain't promised
We trapped in this gauntlet, get a complex
Living in that small ass apartment
Big as a closet
Cologne and residue on your garments
I know the drill bro, we warriors
We fear failure more than the coroner
One, we finally pourin' up
Just to tolerate the bullshit that
The sober me wouldn't and in turn
Do some stupid shit the sober me wouldn't
I seen niggas sentences get cut
From quarters to nickels
A couple rock boys probably go
Paper for them scissors play your hand homie
Since high school, I been the man homie
And am I still MME? C'mon thats fam homie
My youngin' tryin' to turn 100
Grams to 100 grand
We mix the purp and gold bottles
Feelin' like this shit a trip
Lifes a bitch, and she short and thick
Crazy too, but we'll make it through
And if not, RIP