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 killing over territory I heard my calling it

came in loud and clear I was to speak my mind and

make it my career.