Lyrics Toy Soldiers - KS

I know most man never had a dad
But I had mine
I play my part but they make out like I'm a bad guy
I've never been involved by I had gang ties
And round here you're family by colours and gang signs
And they deaf to the wise words so they follow these hand signs
So I'm kissing Amari and holding him tight

The blind leading the blind, deaf and dumb
I'm asking the Lord please protect us
Cos the street knowledge they don't teach in lectures
I was putting on leathers
And writing Relly letters
Life is precious
Life is priceless I can't afford to lose
Refusing to put my freedom on the line for someone else I got nothing to prove
You must be crazy
And it runs in my genes like Stacey
All those nos and maybes
All the times I had their back and they played me

I still kept it real to the core
The days I was rapping on Encore
Kstar with the fraud
We came up from jumpers for goals
What happened there nobody knows
I mean we know, but we don't say a thing
Cos loose lips sink ships
That's the code to the roads and we loyal to it
Sip water, mind your business
I love the ends, but what if they do me like Nip
So it's a love hate relationship
So I'm thinking about distancing
The ends remind me I'm the gifted kid
When I
When I spit

Be calm when there's storms about
This yute said he needs his ting when he walking out
He said it's on when they buck so no they can't talk it out
I never understood
But what's not understood hardly gets explained
This cycles caused pain
Nothing we can do but hope and pray
Faith that the change will come
Say way I'm sending prayers for my
Same way that mother is sending up prayers for her only son
Who's got a punched lung
Dying on the hospital bed
But he's holding on
The faith of a mother is strong
That's how I know
My mother prayed for me when I was growing up cos I didn't get lost

I started slipping but who don't
I banged ACs cos she cope
She didn't know I saw the pain written on her face and it left me with a hole
I can't wait till I get paid for my first show
Thank God for growth
Thank God for
Looking out for me and mines
In these dangerous time
Why do I have to look over my shoulder
For these toy soldiers
The ends have been cold but I swear they're getting colder
Talking to the Devil on their shoulder
They see the Angel with me
That's why they're aiming at me
All those RIPs and 3 my Gs
You ain't a bad friend if you correct you homie