• The SonsOfSouljas always being told to remember their orders, As the bullets hit the ground and enemies crossing the borders. Remembering the life they lost back in the states, The women and children determining their fates. As the boys and girls of the world turn to god, men poking them with meltin hot rods.
    You better listen to what where saying, cause god won't hear you even if your praying! The sweat and the tears dripping down from there faces, even as kids always running the races. Even the men that come from a far, injuries burden them leaving with scars. Even the kids that just want homes, songs of sadness and deaths of poems. To be loved and cared for not put in wars, their hope and fatigue not being restored. And when a man walks up to you stretching out his hand, saying don't worry I understand that you can't leave this land. Your home is a battle ground and you can't leave it to lie, so you sit at home and just waiting to die.Why can't the world be a happy and peaceful place to exist? So we take our son and force them to enlist.
    We never remember what in war we gain...the only thing we remember is our SonsofSouljas in pain.