Lyrics Soldier's Union (feat. Bronze Nazareth & Kevlaar 7) - Phillie feat. Bronze Nazareth & Kevlaar 7

Yo my starvation is fire
Baked in barbwire
The harder I fight the more pain I endure
But I continue to move
Break bread like communion
My union like a union strike
But I still see the moving lights
Of the moving truck, a man can't have nuthin
So I turned from victim to getting it like hitmen
My hood dream like racing a car with no engine
The pins in, from lyndon to cherrylawn
How bold could a girl say that she wish she wasn't born
And I learned that those words echoed indeed til dawn
With hope for everlasting memories til I'm gone
By way of one drop the plot thickens y'all
I'm Charles Dickens with a rifle like Mark Rypien
Sippin on tar smoke, hope to get in when I'm open
Nervous when police follow frozen in time
Sometimes cold, sometimes 40 below the line
Watch the evil pass hands and find it in mine
See my people pass off and then watch for a sign
Like why lights go out sometimes when I walk by
The first thing they ask when you're lost, is why
So feel this like 34 ill clips off realness
The man you don't help, is fearless

Im the sun of god
Son of a vet that got spit on
28 years five more to meet Farad
Footsteps dont follow
Hollowtips behind him
Try to find light the glow from my roach is blindin
Eye on the sparrow, high as hope is narrow
We used to sit on a thrown known as kings and pharoahs
Triple gooses replace nooses, stairwell chillin
Now we only roam as far as our own buildin
Feeling the cobra clutch
Never much, listened to the preachin
Walked in the streets dabblin in dirt
Ignored the outreachin
You know its real when
Niggas react to murder as natural as babies teethin
The meaning is as lost as marcus garveys teaching
Walked in my moms crib staggering and leaning
Couldnt find my key to slip in in secret
So my birth earth had to witness her son's demons

If you ain't adding to the answer you probably the problem
Detroit my stocks in the streets we lodged in
Jake's we stayed dodging them the slums United hard to fight it
But I'm Dreaming only see it when I'm sleeping
These Savage lands force the average man to pull a caravan
Tampered Justice upon us hail the Great Migration
The search continues I've succumb to The Dutchess
Money is always nice but it's the life I'm in love with
Fame just ain't my thing I'd rather Breeze through time
When I'm gone live through my songs for I have given peace of mind
In my hood like street signs grow old but ageless
Dirty Sam held back a few grams go make'em famous
My life is Tainted Illustrated as I view it
Poetic with a death wish and most likely the truest
Always room for improvement pursue it like a dime
Put my soul into it to keep from losing my mind