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