soulja story

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I'm a soulja, but not the kind you see fighting a war over seas, for a man that they may never meet. My war is on my own land, my battlefield is called the streets. Like a ordinary soldier, I'm fighting to be free, I'm fighting to survive. But in the end, there won't be a purple heart for bravery or a respectful funeral if I die. The only thing waiting for me are, the pearly gates, or a pit of fire. If I am captured at any point in time, I will be beaten, confined, await the right to a prejudged trial, and sentenced to a injustice crime, for a ridiculous amount of time. All because, the people that don't stay in my part of town, heard about what goes down. Then makes a decision for the sake of his children, not mine, that I am unfit for society! Why? Because I'm not a pedophile, or don't believe the words of public officials? Because you can't have a bake sale, or charity for the police department in my hood like the rich people. Its not about what race you are, its about being rich or poor. The man will enslave his own, if they can use them for a stepping stone. The united states has the HIGHEST RATE OF PRISONERS IN PRISON in the whole world. I may not have given my life, and duty to old glory, but what has old glory honestly done for me! I've done what it took to survive, and redefine A TRUE SOULJA STORY.