Buffalo Soldier Lyrics - Gangland - Shyne

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning down the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning down the block 

Don't judge a book by the cover 

Everything will be in this world is your brother 

When I lost the fun ? uncover 

Ancient words that teach me to love ya! 

So we burn to return to the mother 

And we yearn to unlearn all they told ya about yourself 

Who you are, what you should be, 

I'm gonna be free leave it up to me! 

Shouts through the sky, look out to the night 

Feel alright! 

Stars burn bright, I like the moonlight 

You'll be alright! 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

This is the medicine, I'm out like the Bedouin 

This knife I'm burying and this life I'm treasuring 

This is the medicine, I'm out like the Bedouin 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a monster 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a monster 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a monster 

I went running away to the cave 

Went in a slave and came out all flames 

I went running away for the hills 

Back to my roots and I'm running still 

But now I'm running to face my dreams 

Found my place and what it means 

Find yourself and no one else 

You have to leave it up to me, leave it up to me! 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

This is the medicine, I'm not like the Bedouin 

With this knife I'm burying and this life I'm treasuring 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

Buffalo soldier, you know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning down the block 

I shot the sheriff, the DA, and the deputy 

Sorry Al Sharpton I don't need you to lecture me 

Maybe I'll stop talking about guns 

When you talk about the funds that they cut for the youth 

Let's cut to the truth, ain't enough for the youth 

So tell me how you judge me til you're stuck in the shoes, man! 

Where the Congressmen, where all the Senators? 

They're thinking about their green, not the color of the President? 

This is just a relevance, survival is the sentiment 

Narcotics is the only way you know that I'm a measure it! 

They say that we are in a post Obama era 

Well exactly what that mean? you needn't make it clearer 

Does it mean that the rich are gonna finally start to share up 

Re-proportion the wealth and make things fairer 

Asking God "why do poor people suffer" but now I'm such a hypocrite, 

The Rolls Royce mufflers. 

In the gutters nobody never loved us 

I am just the result of pain and hunger! 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block 

Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta 

I used to be a mobster burning up the block