Purple Hearts

Had to go back to my roots

Where they trained us how to shoot

Fuck with one of gods soldiers leave you shaking in ya boots

I can see that im the one a chosen son thats where im from

Niggas living by the gun, you only dying by the noose

With our back against the wall plus all this pressure on us too

They dont reverence us for nun, i watch my people help us lose

An That shit cruel foreal

But thats the cycle turn the wheel

Why my people love to kill

Wanna see more blood spilled

Niggas dying just from being tough foreal