Soldier’s song, marching on, onHoping to see homeIf I die before ISee your smile just one more timeSometimes I question whether this shit mattersPuttin’ substance into something and the world’s so used to instant gratificationI found this instrumental on my phone while on vacationIb sent it a year ago or soI probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press playAt times you gotta step away, do some livin’I dibble-dabble in a few religionsMy homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me onI read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in itBut I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with itNow I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digitsI’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jamsToday my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own manAnd my job is to make sure he’s equippedI gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try himIf I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’Add to that a constant fear of dyin’By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endingsI kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than notBut sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraudAnd with my reputation at stakeI was scufflin’ just to save faceCouple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call itMy last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so muchYou would’ve thought my favorite rapper was PuffBack then I ain’t know shit, now I know too muchIgnorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clipsOr bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shitSoldier’s song, marching on, onHoping to see homeIf I die before ISee your smile just one more timeSoldier’s songI could be one to lean onTime will right the wrongsWon’t be longHow can we grow any closer?How can we grow any closer?How can we grow any closer?How can we grow any closer?Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surfaceSomething is suddenly smothering, stopping meStubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fineSoldier’s songLord, please guide our stepsWatch us, cover usSo that every move we make is in alignment with Your willYour purposePlease fill us with Your spiritKeep us forever in the presentFor presence makes the strongest fathersTeach us how to leadShow us how to love
