Lyrics Son of a Soldier - Stogie T

I love you mom
From the bottom, thank you
I see the love, I see your sacrifice in my children's eyes
They were born free & credible

Mama was a soldier, daddy was a preacher
That's a bible & a riffle, told me they'll make believers
How do you get freedom?
By evining the odds
Every night she was cleaning the calushnika
Shoe difficulty, she'd be there & much resolved
Taught me discipline, if they are not with you, fuck them all
A few assassins, I'm a product of the USSR
I seen a gun before a basketball
Son of El Chaida
Only one of the native
Some agent lays my daddy whiskey with some foreign aging
Collapsed he gasped out on the doctor's lap
Apartheid operations erased dark the past
They tell me that don't rub it up the wrong way
These corridors of power filled with cowards playing comrade
The worst master was the former slave
Before cats said it's war agian, the warrior was born again

I got good music on my radio (that's all I got)
You gave me freedom, I got a song
I can't match what you gave me but I salute you ma

For whom the bell tolls, a four room hell hole
Bruises on the elbow
Concussions from the head blows
So as it comes out it's secretary
That made my mama fight
Yes oh lord, it really was a mess at home
My grandpapa drank, nextdoor was a second home, 7 kids
So granny got it all, beaten up & assaulted, treated like dog shit
The invisible victim of all this
It was not enough to sing a struggle song
Either alive or just surviving on
They welcome us with open arms
Born in Samarco, son of a soldier, Mkhonto
They taking pieces from the peace, what you at war for?
They tell me that dont rub it up the wrong way,
When you can't the difference between enemies & comrades
& Still my mama got the war face
I pray my daughters off the pain, make warriors finally age