i get that call the one i dread by day
hold up that gun to the sun and replay my fate
my eyes behold my last minutes of life
ive been preparin forever for this mother fuckin fight
i let 18 shots go and the rage within
then i feel the pain ive been shot right through the shin
i take out the pin but my time is not found
i get rid of all thoughts and let my body fall down
now my soul flys high and this picture is my last
this picture is a memory of the soldiers in the past
wether street or military we all fight a war
rich or poor we all got a mission of peace
it jus depends on who best protect there streets