Fallen Soldiers
Cormega Lyrics

Yo, we bled for hours, now I learned to ?dwell? tomorrow I had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor 'cause he was reppin on his quest for dollars I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder Now I treasure our memories together, it's hard to believe I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathin through pen So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends I still remember you, beefin over bullshit, at basketball games cheatin Yo, my cipher ain't complete, yo I'm sorry for that argument we had On 12th Street over a cell, now I'm well into seakin ??? well What we made up the same night And through the years remained tight, the same love The same gold rockin the same nights Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin your name right
The pain Cormega feels after losing his friend Yammy is immense, as he reflects on their memories together. He treasures those memories, even though it's hard to believe that he'll never see Yammy again. In his heart, he knows that he'll make Yammy's legacy live on through his art. Cormega remembers their quarrels, especially during basketball games, and he's sorry for the argument they had on 12th Street. However, he made up with Yammy the same night, and their friendship remained true and strong throughout the years. Now that Yammy's gone, Cormega is determined to honor his name and keep his memory alive.

Did you ever lose a nigga you love? Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? God forgive me for fillin niggas with slugs And is it a crime when we was dealin these drugs?
The chorus reiterates the heartache of losing loved ones and questions whether they'll find peace in heaven. Cormega reflects on the past, including the hard choices he had to make, such as selling drugs, and wonders if he'll be judged for those actions.

And to my cousin Ben my muthafuckin man, I find it hard to understand That you gone, you physical form is dormant I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan Tell my man J.B. from ??? I said peace Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics With the same intensity that I used to clutch right G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it Analyse, never think I forgot you, son you my heart And even death can't keep the two of us apart From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns Who ever thought we see this day come Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her That her younger child done her proud I know she heard about me runnin wild Ya'll gone now, but livin in my memory You fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity
Cormega remembers his cousin Ben and how much he misses him. He imagines him as physically dormant, like he's still there, but there's nothing left. He compares his loss to the Bulls without Jordan, as he's disoriented and lost without Ben. He also acknowledges G-Fresh's presence at Ben's funeral and how emotional it was for him. Cormega reassures Ben that even in death, they're not apart, and they'll always be connected through their memories together. Cormega is proud of his younger self when his mom believed in him. Even though Ben and other fallen soldiers are gone, they'll always live in Cormega's memory.

Killa Black, whattup my nigga? I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will inside a ghetto heaven building With a Mac-11, dealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens Forty-First Side kid, you know me I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there Navigator ?rents been a shine and live brighter yeah? The same old thing, gun, game and cocaine Your brother Havoc got a platinum gold chain (shinin, kid) Son, it's all good in the hood, I'm in a Lex with the wood-grain ??? is never misunderstood, dearly departed Hear me acknowledge real niggas who passed Wheather holdin heater, in it for cash Some of ya'll ???, some are pure like Columbian raw, knockin on heaven's door The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law I reminisce your memories, for you this Hennessy I pour
Cormega acknowledges his other fallen friends, including Killa Black and Ill Will, feeling comforted to know they're together in heaven. He imagines them hanging out in a 'ghetto heaven building' with a Mac-11, a gun that's common in the hood. He compares the girls in heaven to O-Zs, which are ounces of cocaine, reminding him of the girls he knew that were in the drug game. Cormega misses the old times when it was all about guns, games, and cocaine. He also mentions Havoc, another friend who's still alive, while he clings to security in his luxurious car with wood grain. Cormega takes a moment to acknowledge the real people who died in the world of drug dealers, including those who were in it for cash and those who were more innocent. He remembers their memories and pours out Hennessy as an ode to them.