Artist: Tumi
Song: The Solider
CD: Nuff Said, In Case You Didn't Know
Typed by: Andrew Daher (www.andrewdaher.net)

[Verse 1]
Rain tricklin, window pane whistlin
Pain grippin me, it's cold but it ain't Switzerland
I lay in a state, brain fizzilin away
State visitin the day, chase citizens away
With a bottle of Jack Dack you's 8 feet away
And a, love to back track, and I hate bein' this way
I hate being afraid, when the thunder sounds like grenades
Floating back to 82, when we came under a raid
They coming acclaimed, the brave when the army invade
Stray bullet from the A-K, made my mumma a grave
I'm hardly awake, running in undergarments, display
Harm me a Jake, regardless, what leg and arm that it takes
Wake up in cold sweats
Apartment, low-bent
Dazed, I cover my ears like ??????????? (Sounds like: hand-feet phone set)
Solitude devours this lonley war vet
Like old women with no children and 4 pets
I go vexed when people today protest
Like they aint got freedom, but fuck it I know less
I know depth, and cold still, from Cold Tek's
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And winter nights, in prison locked in a cold cell
Boxed and so frail, drop to the floor stressed
Then scream, the soul dressed in me, got no self-esteem
It's hopeless to dream, got no self-esteem, it's hopeless to dream

[Hook x 2]
But don't be alarmed, or play holy than thou', why?
Cause if you livin' you's a soldier for god
I'm tryna grow me a heart, cause they tore it apart
So when I die I can rejoice and show it to god 


[Verse 2]
I know it's a lot to swallow in a song
But whole volumes come along
And roll by when nowhere's open
Folks argue when they walk
Like don't bother me at all
I wont bother you
A Job is all I'm huntin for
Annoyed when they frontin' floss
Said yours
Like bobby doors and morse
Walkin' close to wars
I've probably crossed the border
of a flawed song to a soul
the worlds torture is old
the world don't give a fuck
so I throw caution at doves
ride most of their stuff
they all saw me erupt
don't call me a thug
i'm just forced to get buck
pour salt in their mug
start coughin' it up
i'm lifes nautious stuff
a veteran
hero medellin' heroin
needle peddlelin' then it gets
even better then medicine
people said that it settles
evil lurkin, and better deepen your shirt
and the medals mean shit in the end
breathe again, friend, the fires roll close to your gut
it'll cost you a heart, just to show to the odds
but don't be alarmed
I swear being sober is hard
One time I stayed a week without
knowin a drop, no needle pop
no weed, no park, no illegal rocks
two weeks of job, huntin' the block
in the streets lost
half derranged, past the stage
laugh at rage, that's insane
cast the flame, i mastered pain
memories flashed the brain
I could lapse some (main?) 

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