Phillie & Bronze Nazareth - Soldier's Union (feat. Kevlaar 7)

We're in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me
And (yeah), we can stay here get the shit kick out of us (Soldier's Union)
Or (uh-uh), we can fight our way back into the light (yeah)
We can climb outta hell (yah-yeah)

My starvation is fire, baked in barbwire
The harder I fight the more pain I endure
But I continue to move, break bread like communion
My union like a union strike but I still see the moving lights

Of the moving truck, a man can't have nothin'
So I turned from victim to getting it like hitmen
My hood dream like racing a car with no engine
The pins in, from Lyndon to Cherrylawn

How bold could a girl say that she wish she wasn't born?
And I learned that those words echoed indeed 'til dawn
With hope for everlasting memories 'til I'm gone
By way of one drop the plot thickens y'all

I'm Charles Dickens with a rifle like Mark Rypien
Sippin' on tar smoke, hope to get in when I'm open
Nervous when police follow frozen in time
Sometimes cold, sometimes 40 below the line



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