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