Tsu Surf Toy Soldiers Lyrics
Toy Soldiers by Tsu Surf
These lost soldiers whose stories will never be told
And behold the young poet who paint pictures with colors
That's bold enough to heat up a world, that's cold enough to kick a man down
I mean, how could you kick a man down?
Homies still trapping, they working, they shift for certain
But dirting, we keep it honest, they lurking, you stay prepared for that
That's tire screeching, that mean that they came to play
And they mean it, somebody stay and some leaving
That's how it goes here
He who hesitate getting rows here
The next day candle, balloons rose there
Oh, dear, momma be crying, he gone and daddy don't know 'cause he gone
And lil' bro wanna be just like him, he's a goner
This road amazing, wrong turn, you in a maze
You try and reverse, you getting shot, that's what happens in these places
Wasn't a good kid, them reference just say that
Just loyal to his hood, rest his soul, that's where we lay him at
Amen
Yo, now let me die and rest
And today's sins bring tomorrow's death
I mean if the good die young why I ain't died already?
Hell, heaven shouldn't be far 'cause I'm high already
Track back
Tomorrow ain't promised, we trapped in this gauntlet
Where family grows apart and all that loyalty tarnishes
Get a complex, living in that small ass apartment
Big as a closet, cologne and residue on your garments
I know the drill, bro, we warriors, we feel failure more than the coroner
1 PM, we finally pouring up just to tolerate the bullshit that the sober me wouldn't
Any turn do some stupid shit to sober me with it
I seen niggas sentences get caught from quarters to nickels
A couple rock boys probably brought paper for these sissies
Lay your head, homie, since high school I been the man, homie
And they still my enemy? Come on, that's fam, homie
My young'ins tryna turn 100 grams to 100 grand
We mix the purple in gold bottles feeling like Daytona
This shit a trick, life's a bitch and she short of dick
Crazy, too, but we'll make it through, if not, RIP
And behold the young poet who paint pictures with colors
That's bold enough to heat up a world, that's cold enough to kick a man down
I mean, how could you kick a man down?
Homies still trapping, they working, they shift for certain
But dirting, we keep it honest, they lurking, you stay prepared for that
That's tire screeching, that mean that they came to play
And they mean it, somebody stay and some leaving
That's how it goes here
He who hesitate getting rows here
The next day candle, balloons rose there
Oh, dear, momma be crying, he gone and daddy don't know 'cause he gone
And lil' bro wanna be just like him, he's a goner
This road amazing, wrong turn, you in a maze
You try and reverse, you getting shot, that's what happens in these places
Wasn't a good kid, them reference just say that
Just loyal to his hood, rest his soul, that's where we lay him at
Amen
Yo, now let me die and rest
And today's sins bring tomorrow's death
I mean if the good die young why I ain't died already?
Hell, heaven shouldn't be far 'cause I'm high already
Track back
Tomorrow ain't promised, we trapped in this gauntlet
Where family grows apart and all that loyalty tarnishes
Get a complex, living in that small ass apartment
Big as a closet, cologne and residue on your garments
I know the drill, bro, we warriors, we feel failure more than the coroner
1 PM, we finally pouring up just to tolerate the bullshit that the sober me wouldn't
Any turn do some stupid shit to sober me with it
I seen niggas sentences get caught from quarters to nickels
A couple rock boys probably brought paper for these sissies
Lay your head, homie, since high school I been the man, homie
And they still my enemy? Come on, that's fam, homie
My young'ins tryna turn 100 grams to 100 grand
We mix the purple in gold bottles feeling like Daytona
This shit a trick, life's a bitch and she short of dick
Crazy, too, but we'll make it through, if not, RIP