Short lil rap, I'll call it soldier Options

[WinterNights2]

Soldier

Were the true soldiers the last one to leave the battle
as we pour our shells through the streets, our Guns rattle
watch as kill everything in site as we unload our ammunition
We're soldjas till we die, self- sufficient
we wave our tatooed flags proudly
our hearts to deep as they're burried profoundly
we ride in groups as we attempt to spread our terror
death can wait as the bloodshed seems nearer
catching a court case on trial for murder
a street-smart, armed soul burgler

You arrive at the crime scenes the victims all missing
the smoke from the guns still hissing
use your fancy technology you cant frame us
roll out; with two guns blazing as we cuss
bandanas covering our mouths as we enter the banks
bring out what you got you cant kill a hustler be it ariplanes or tanks
watch as we come a week earlier in a vovlo poor as hell
some poor sucker framed for murder in a cell
next week we come in a Benz
we dont know what the hell to do with all the tens

Wastin money on crack disgracin our race
victims face head down in the dirt coverin his face
50 dropped a line saying this is how we do it
he might as well move over he's a commercialized poser he's two bit
say he survived 5 shots and he knows it's luck
he's lucky the doctors didn't give up on him and let the bullet stay stuck
they should have done the world a favor
too bad he was passed out counldn't feel nothin yet he says its harder then labor

Well we got the Bronx, The Projects and all the ghettos
fat joe said N*gg*r and now he's gettin stomped by B*tch*s in stilletos
ah well now that im done
police on ma tale im the undergrounds most wanted on the run.


Yes, this was not my best or no where near it, i just wrote it. What do you guys think. I'm lacking insparation these days.