Lyrical Breakdown of a ballad 4 the fallen soldier - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers (this ain't music) I'm 'bout to show you how a hustler's life (this is life, man) And a soldier's life parallel And the one thing they got in common is a mother's pain (forget about music for a second) Picture a split screen (forget musicians) On one side, you got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings) Other side, you got a soldier getting ready for boot camp (people, it's life) They're both at war, stay with us Did you ever notice, before you blink Life goes fast? So don't you worry about what you see It will pass You lost him, mama, the war's calling him Feel it's his duty to fall in line with all of them He's a soldier Rose through the ranks as the head of your household Now it's time to provide bank, like he's supposed to Now just remember why he's gone 'til November It's part of him growing up His shirt soaks up your tears as he holds ya Your heart beating so fast, speeding his pulse up Yeah, I know it sucks, life ain't all rosebuds A couple of speed bumps, you gotta take your lumps Off to boot camp, the world's facing terror Bin Laden been happening in Manhattan - Was anthrax back then, back when Police was Al-Qaeda to Black men While I was out there hustling, sinning with no religion (damn) He was off to war, killing for a living Did you ever notice, before you blink (this is real -) Life goes fast? (It's about life right now) So don't you worry (it's real), about what you see It will pass Days turn to nights, nights turn to years Years turn to "How the - we make it in here?" My barracks average couple fights a day Get you locked in a hole, won't see the light of day And I feel like I'm just writing my life away I never thought - could end up quite this way There's a war going on outside, no man is safe from I'm here for the good fight, only the fakes run I'm here for the Purple Heart, if I can't take one For my team or my siblings, what's my reason for living? I love my - more than anything else This war's about my family, me needing the wealth (uh) You don't understand how useless as men we felt 'Til you become a five-star general Shout out to my - that's locked in jail P.O.W.'s that's still in the war, for real (for real) Did you ever notice, before you blink Life goes fast? (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) So don't you worry, about what you see (uh, uh) It will pass Your baby boy is getting grown So your baby boy is moving on (I've gotta chase it), I gotta chase it (I'm gon' chase it) (And I'm gon' make it), gon' make it (yeah) Your baby boy is getting grown So your baby boy is moving on (I'm gonna make it), I'm gon' make it (Even if I gotta chase it), I gotta take it Woo, yeah Mama, say a prayer, your son's becoming a man (mm-hm) This war's taxing to him like Uncle Sam He ain't gon' always make the right choice, understand Every choice that he make, he make 'em for his fam It's death before dishonor And if he's gone, you should honor his memory Don't cry, we all gon' die eventually But if he's locked in the penitentiary, send him some energy They all winners to me, what's up, Emory? Did you ever notice, before you blink Life goes fast? (Uh, uh, uh, uh) So don't you worry (worry), about what you see It will pass Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm The Blueprint Part Two Time for bonus coverage, c'mon