Byron Henderson - Soldier lyrics

Soldier keep on marching on
Head down till the work is done
Waiting on that morning sun
Soldier keep on marching on

It’s like a see-saw battle with you
But you aren’t Val
For some reason I’m baffling you with these
Ideas of why people are hassling you
Deal with the scrutiny like it’s murder
That’s the chorus
And the melody’s visuals of you hurting
That’s euphony for them
And usually a sin will follow
Ain’t nobody got the balls to rock
Band you with a hollow
Heavy metal on your mental when
You let it all go
A stream of tears on my navy blue hoodie all
Flow like the ish that gets the boat by
I know I’m flawed


But should I care if they know why?
They don’t believe in us or this dream
So Rina don’t cry
The only person ballsy enough to kill you
Is you
And though we both die, the dream doesn’t
I appreciate what I’ve got
But you’re better than me because you’re
The type of person I’m not
So you’d better believe that depression
Ain’t a problem with me
I’ve got to be honest
Every day somebody’s dying for free
And I ain’t proud of it
Because Tony couldn’t make it
Through the night
So I’ll be feeling like a failure
Even though he made it right
Now it’s like everybody self destructs
Because everyone has a dream that’ll
Make them selfish tucked
Maybe except for us god made us breakable
But I’d never trade you for a thing
Even if we never make it through the day
And that’s a promise
Because honestly, I love you
And I’m saying that to say that
I’m taking this to my grave
I’m forever your

Now don’t get me wrong, we
Are NOT destined to fail
But we’re mighty close
To it why do you think my people
Are still killing each other? Negligence
A lack of morality or guidance and
A lack of opportunities, that’s why
With so many negative influences
It’s rare for them to be taught
Any other way, so when they see and hear
What really happens, and they
Hear about slavery, They feel as if they’re
Owed everything now the
Question at hand is can you blame my
People for feeling that way? Referring
Back to what we’re taught
In school they only teach us bit's and pieces
Of our history so when my
People hear about these
Cops protecting the Klan at
One of their rallies
Yet interrupting a peaceful protest
To stop police brutality
They lose it they stop caring
Whether a cop is
Good or bad they stop caring about their
Own life and community and destroy
Everything but at the end
Of the day after all the
Riots, and the looting, They
Have to go back to that racism
Isn’t going to end anytime soon
So you can rest assure that this is nothing
More than a cycle that we’ll
Go through until we’re all
Dead as a result of the lack of guidance
They fall into the wrong crowd, and most
Times it’s too late now
When those certain white people and
You know who I'm speaking
Of, get upset at my entire
Race, they’re blinded, obviously, Because
They don’t understand it at
All and quite frankly, I wouldn’t
Expect them to all they have to
Think is have fun not
Calling the cops when you get
Robbed but how exactly do
These people expect us to feel?
If we call the cops
Either they arrive late, they don’t
Show up at all, They end up shooting us
Or there is actually a really small chance of
Things going the way they should most of
Us blame white people and cops
And white people blame us
So, that’s a thing that’s reality
But within that reality
Is a much bigger problem than white people
For us you guessed it on your
First try black people we’re
So detrimental towards
Each other that we don’t even
Really notice even some people that
Love saying that they’re pro-black
And that their third eye is opened
Always fail to notice this in
The 80’s back when Regan was the President
And even before this
But when crack just magically found
It's way into our neighborhoods
Air quotes we sold it to our
Own people probably unknowing of the
Consequences but the question that rises
Is when they began to
Arrest us for making a profit
We didn’t stop selling it when
We saw how our people became
Addicts to this drug, We didn’t
Stop selling it why? We basically made
Money off of our own misery
As if money was more important than
What we could have had which
Was unity to this day, almost no one is
Learning from anything yet
Our elders expect us to fix everything how?
You asked why I don’t rap
About what makes me happy
But the answer has been right in
Front of you the entire time
I rap about you and Aaliyah
Every freaking day granted, I’ve become
Far more reclusive than I intended
But the fact is, That’s helped
Me stay alive i’ve been thinking about this
A lot when I was younger
I went to school with murderers but it’s
As if no one else was
Affected by that no one else cared
And I never understood why i was
Fortunate enough to catch myself at an
Early age i taught myself what
And what not to care about
What truly matters in life?
Why exactly am I still on
This planet? You didn’t
Realize that I was rapping about
My happiness this entire
Time i have two beautiful girls that I love
To death marina
You are my best friend aaliyah is
My cousin, but it's deeper than that dude
I'm alive no bullet
Holes or anything don’t feel bad
If you didn't understand it
Because quite frankly, no one did
But to be honest, You gave me a
Great idea i won’t rap about celebrating life
I won't rap about turning up
Because I don't know how that
Feels but I will
Explain in great detail why I’m not
Doing that i don’t think
They’d care whether I’m happy or
Not anyway i mean, Who am I?