paroles de chanson l e t . g o . m y . h a n d - J. Cole
Soldier
son,
marching
on...
on
Hoping
to
see
home
If
i
die,
before
i
See
your
smile,
just
one
more
time
Sometimes
I
question
whether
this
shit
matters
Puttin′
substance
into
something
and
the
world's
so
used
to
instant
grati-fication
I
found
this
instrumental
on
my
phone
while
on
vacation
Eve
sent
it
a
year
ago
or
so
I
probably
heard
it
before
But
slept
on
it,
you
know?
Shit
don′t
always
connect
as
soon
as
you
press
play
At
times
you
gotta
step
away,
do
some
livin'
Let
time
provide
a
new
prescription,
givin'
truer
vison
I
dibble
dabble
in
a
few
religions
My
homie
constantly
telling
me
′bout
Quran,
puttin′
me
on
I
read
a
few
pages
and
recognize
the
wisdom
in
it
But
I
ain't
got
the
discipline
for
stickin′
with
it
Now
I'm
on
the
way
to
london,
got
a
show
for
seven
digits
I′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
jams
Today
My
son
said,
"Dad,
let
go
my
hand"
Reminded
me
one
day
he's
gonna
be
his
own
man
And
my
job
is
to
make
sure
he's
equipped
I
gotta
make
sure
he
not
no
bitch
′cause
niggas
bound
to
try
him
If
I
said
I
was
the
thoughest
growin′
up,
I
would
be
lyin'
I
had,
a
fear
of
getting′
punched
while
everybody
eyein'
Add
to
that
a
constant
fear
of
dyin′
By
gunshot
wound,
the
other
violent
type
of
endings
I
kept
a
tough
demeanor
on
the
surface
but
was
mostly
just
pretendin'
Luckily
my
bluff
was
workin′
way
more
often
that
not
But
sometimes
a
nigga
pulled
my
card,
tryna
expose
me
for
a
fraud
And
with
my
reputation
at
stake,
I
was
scufflin'
just
to
save
face
Couple
wins,
couple
losses
Some
broken
up
too
quick
to
call
it
My
last
scrap
was
with
puff
daddy,
who
would've
thought
it?
I
bought
that
nigga
album
in
seventh
grade
and
played
it
so
much
You
would′ve
thought
my
favorite
rapper
was
puff
Back
then
I
ain′t
know
shit,
now
i
know
too
much
Ignorance
is
bliss
and
innocent
is
just
Ignorance
before
it's
introduced
to
currency
and
clips
Or
bad
licks
that
have
a
nigga
servin′
three
to
six,
shit
Soldier
son,
marching
on...
on
Hoping
to
see
home
If
i
die,
before
i
See
your
smile,
just
one
more
time
Soldier
son
I
could
be
one
to
lean
on
Time
will
right
the
wrongs
Won't
be
long
How
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
is
tryna
crawl
up
to
the
surface
Something
is
suddenly
smothering,
stopping
me
Stubbornly
gettin′
his
way,
way,
way,
way
Drowning
out
the
wave
(Drowning
out)
I've
got
a
reason
to
believe
that
I′ve
turned
out
just
fine
Soldiers
song
Lord
please
guide
our
steps
Watch
us,
cover
us
So
that
every
move
we
make,
is
in
aligning
with
yo
will,
your
purpouse
Please
fill
us
with
your
spirit
Keep
us
foverver
in
the
present
For
presence
makes
the
stongest
followers
Teach
us
how
to
lead,
show
us
how
to
love
(So,
So,
So)
(Soldier
son)
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