Story Behind The Song

I feel like its a misconception that you have to be in jail, shot, sold drugs when in actually the people that did those things didn't even think to cross me. CHAOS

Lyrics

Hook/Chorus:
I'm a soldier in training started gangbanging with thugs (3x)
I lived my whole life with a gun to my head
Background Chant:
Im a soldier (Rep)

1st Verse:
Im a soldier in training, started gangbanging with thugs, I never sold drugs, but I was raised with niggaz,
that sold drugs on a regular, crazy niggaz, I use to run with boys, now I walk with men,
only bow to one GOD to erase my sins, will I ever win, or am I destine to lose,
Wsdom, knowledge, loyalty, rules. We all have the same story, gangsta in purgatory,
The strength is in the fist, no heart, no glory, Full Steam ahead! Where my soldiers at.
Check my cardiac, maximize the wieght on my back, cause this is where it's at. All the corruption you need,
I was concieved through Love, lust and greed, What'cha need? Wisdom, Trust in me.
Certified, undenied, wild ass nigga! I told you before. Chaos that nigga!

2nd Verse:
I'm on the scene kind of shady, with a deal kind of shady, Some dogs got rabies, mines just crazy.
Premedicated capas, with taxes they rape us, you can keep the mule but I can use the 40 acres.
Tired of slaving on this plantation, wondering whats the plan baby, friction through fiction, this is out my jurisdiction,
Memories, regurgitated through rhyhms, like nines spitting bullets, and you begging me to pull it.
I've been lost all my life, I've been crusified twice, diagnosed chaotic, since I'm condemned to this body.
So tell me what's the deal, this your boy, keep it real, You can catch me in the boot, with my soldier troops,
Now how you love that, no I don't take checks, ovberdose on sex...I'm not purfect,
I walk the planet with a hardhat! In the name of safety cause it's dangerous being black!

3rd Verse:
I've lived my whole life with a gun to my head, far from suicidal, but I'm just living on the edge.
One leg with a peg and some rocks in my pocket, and the wind keep blowing cause I staddle the fence.
I repent, back slide, it don't make no since, I won't quit this shit cause Im built for this,
Became a slave to the system, fell victim to my fears, took control of my soul, negotiated my goals,
I hit the road, with a strole, only a pimp could see, got the heart of a warrior, a soldier raised me.
In Chi-Town we lived at the top of a store, went to sleep to the sound of pimps and hores,
Had a hard time sleeping when its quiet out side, no police siriens, yo something ain't right,
One pimp started cursing, pop! pop! and started busting, what's up, this is the struggle, My! brothers of the struggle!