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