Beatnick & K-Salaam - Fallen Soldierz lyrics

[stic.man] Rest in peace to my n***as who gone Forever you gon' live on through this song You gon' live on [M-1] Damn, son… I wish I could've said this to your face. Know what I mean? Marqise Rest in peace, my little homie [x4] [Hook] When the weight of the world's on your shoulders You can't look back at all See, the world as a whole is gettin' colder I watched you in your childhood gettin' older (Take a look into your life) This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers [Verse 1 – M-1] Yo, my little homie Marqise—he was a trusted soldier Had the whole world on his shoulders Took him under my wing. I watched him getting older Watched you disagree with the school system Them fools don't listen, they thought you was I'll and The truth is that you was brilliant Ya mom, you must forgive her. She loved you I know this world can be ugly She did the best she could—I put that on the hood See, he wanted organization The streets was there to embrace him So we tied that blue bandana on his face. Then, for life Married to the block, took a oath, made her his wife Then she stabbed him through the heart with a knife Ain't that a b**h? See, it's warfare on Flatbush and Clarkson Eye on the scope, heart of a lion—see, you n***as is marksmen You shoulda missed a few n***as and hit up a few pigs Political education, underdig I really wanna say this to the face of them n***as: “Y'all don't know me. Why you had to k** my little f**ing homie? Marqise…” [Hook] When the weight of the world's on your shoulders You can't look back at all See, the world as a whole is gettin' colder I watched you in your childhood gettin' older (Take a look into your life) This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers [Verse 2 – stic.man] Rest in peace Can't bring you back, but I drink this yak and I'm thinkin' ‘bout back in the day And I wonder how it woulda been if my homie Padre never woulda pa**ed away When they put them bullets in ya that night, I remember when I got that call I was sittin' on the edge of my girl bed and I couldn't believe they shot my dawg I wish I coulda been by your side on the night you died If I coulda been reincarnated as a .45, I woulda opened fire But everything happen for a reason, everything got a time and a season It all boil down to what you believe in. You only get a little time to achieve it So hope a n***a find some kind of peace where ya at ‘cause the only piece here is the gat And it only get worse when you poor and you black and the system is holding you back If it ain't the young homie with a strap, it's the punk police that'll shoot you in the back Too many homies get deep in the game, get caught up in a trap and they never come back But life is a winding road. Everybody got a time to go All a n***a could do is ride out and persevere in grinding mode But now you free, so rest in peace—my n***a, R.I.P And if there is a heaven for a G, say a prayer for me (Padre) [Hook] When the weight of the world's on your shoulders You can't look back at all See, the world as a whole is gettin' colder I watched you in your childhood gettin' older (Take a look into your life) This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers This for my homies who ain't here... [x2] [stic.man] Rest in peace to my n***as who gone Forever you gon' live on through this song You gon' live on [x2] Rest in peace...