I grew up with twisted knowledge very little
school and of course no college in a broken home there
is no role model my father figure left me for the bottle I had to
teach myself to become a man never to give in to
what I didn't understand the truth is out there out in the street
my first teacher was a bum with no shoes on his
feet he told me about his life and where he went wrong he said
son you promise me you'll never sing a sad song two
weeks later my friend was dead the knowledge he gave me is still
in my head street soldier life just wasn't for me
where the purpose is k**ing over territory I heard my calling it
came in loud and clear I was to speak my mind and
make it my career.