My soldier
You will never be loved
You will not find the embrace of romance nor the loyalty of a true friend
For your purpose is not to be filled by others
Do not grieve what you will never have
Rejoice
For you are my soldier

Dear brother, it’s been several dawns since I wrote ya
Still in da streets with em vultures
Bitches spreading disease with their chocha
Niggas dying for coka
But we’re keeping it thorough
Ain’t sure if I be seeing tomorrow
Reminiscing on da times when I needed a father
Needed a mother, needed a brother
We’re blood but we don’t deal with each other
Got this pain in my heart, just wanna let you know that
Picture painted like a kodak
Life’s still hard on da old block
Been gone twenty years, that’s a place I’ll never go back
I paid my dues, I ain’t owe Jack
Almost felt a tear, this fucking pain I'm trying to hold back
Dear brother, hope you got da chrome tucked, like Pac taught us
I'm still feasting off da knowledge Nas brought us
One love till we meet again my bredrin
If not, it’s da documentary track number seven

Rap for me
Wanna hear that real shit nigga
Don’t wanna hear that bullshit man
Wanna hear that shit that touches my soul
Come on nigga

I'm best friend with pain, fear is my mother
Jealousy and envy is both my half brothers
Was fucking with deceit till we bussed a rubber
Then gave birth to love, now we’re hating each other
Two kids, different mothers, same daddy
One caddy
He was sober when he had you, with me, one baggy
He was snorting, that’s why I'm different than you
I looked up to you like Jordan, I always thought that I was Pippen to you
On the same team fighting like the Pistons would do
You taught me how to hold a pistol or two
I looked at you like you was Bishop, I was Raheem
But shit changed when I dreams became Akeem
You tried to shoot me down cause I had the juice now
Now me and you is like the tree tops in Fruit Town
Look around and tell me who up and who down
I made it out, I guess I ain’t a Piru now
I used to look up to you nigga

Rap for me
Life’s hard out here man
There’s nothing else for me to turn to
I need this shit man
I need this
Come on

Dear brother, I know you gave your life for us
We came from the bottom where the righteous crushed
Systematically targeted, life was tough
You became a martyr so we could climb higher up
But we’re still kinda fucked
Cause we’re still un-united
The rope still around our throat but it’s our own brothers that tie it
The kids turned junkies, every drug they wanna try it
Look what we’ve become
Was it worth taking twenty one shots from a gun
Brother
I'm slipping, I'm falling, I'm losing faith
It’s been years since X went through them pearly gates
I came in late
He never got to bless me with his amazing grace
Dear brother, save a space
Sigel got shot, his lungs got fucked
Now who’s gon’ be there for me
Now he can’t rap feel it in the air for me
The system has no mercy for a two-time felon
So fuck em, it’s da documentary track number seven

Rap for me
Remember them desolate days growing up as a kid
It’s like 2Pac and Nas wrote the bible for us
It’s all we had man

Dear brother, sorry that I took so long
Been in em streets fighting for my just due
And it’s still fuck em niggas who scream fuck you
I came to pay my respect then move to the side, some shit I must do
When The Documentary dropped, I couldn’t afford it
My life was deflating like a baby getting aborted
In Jamaica planting weed trying to export it
Dear brother, every single disc you ever dropped I support it
Tell Cam I got Harlem buzzing
From da Hudson to da wall where they hung his cousin
Since o-five you ain’t seen a new rapper hot like this
I’ll murder a nigga for Nas, Game, Shyne, Cam and Kiss
I never got love from a woman
Rephrase that, I never got love from a human
I was made to be a thug I'm assuming
You love who?
Fuck em lies that you’re selling
And it’s still da documentary track number seven

Rap for me
Yo Game, appreciate you brother
You the last of the OGs
Gotta start with you first
Paying homage

Ja Rule
Passion
My favorite rap song