Soldier

[Hook: Fleurie]
Soldier keep on marching on
Head down till the work is done
Waiting on that morning sun
Soldier keep on marching on

[Verse: Byron]
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…

[Hook: Fleurie]

[Outro: Byron]
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 bits 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 its 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?