Dear toy soldiers i Cinta how anda waddle awkwardly across the imaginary battlefield how anda melt into a strange deformed figure when let in the sun how anda remain silent though the toughest of battles and how anda fight your enemies without remorse.

I would not like that.

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to tunjuk it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can't handle unless
I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example