Soldier (feat. No Malice)

Hello, world

Yeah

Aight, we gon' to have to start making sense now

Let's go

Yeah, I know, everybody a soldier

So ready to go, but what you going to war for?

Put one in the cell or bury one in a hole, dug

Either dead or in jail, pick which one's for ya

Uh, what up, soldier? I see you got your fatigues on

Ready for the beef and don't know who your enemies are

Up and down your streets, seeking who you can feast on

Eager to squeeze and don't need a reason to be p'd off

You're full of anger that you place in the tool

And aiming at your neighbor, who's placed in the same situation as you

And rappers nowadays are basically making it cool

Saying "If you look at me crazy, I'ma bang it at you"

Betraying to stay where it's danger, they hang with a crew

And say things that, away from their gang, they ain't finna do

They say we either end up dead or in jail, well, maybe it's true

But quit saying it, do something to change it and make way for the new

'Cause life and death are in the power of the tongue

So quit abusing power and kick knowledge to the slums

You got the block wilding while you only out watching 'em

Rip each other to bits like Pits and Rottweilers, c'mon

Yeah, I know, everybody a soldier

So ready to go, but what you going to war for?

Put one in the cell or bury one in a hole, dug

Either dead or in jail, pick which one's for ya

Uh, if you're listening, I'm finna lace your tennis shoes

If you're chasing money then you in a race you finna lose

Feed your mind, put away your dinner plate, this your food

Heard the Word of God, and could'a been away, hit the snooze

And, yes, I admit we fighting with a handicap

But if you ride it, it'll turn your life into an avalanche

Good against evil, the devil got your head confused

Fighting the insignificant war between red and blue

So, tell me, what you getting if you win that?

A status and a place don't nobody wanna live at?

A life supply of props, while the people at the top

Don't mind you killing as long as you keep it on your block

'Cause they don't want the drama where their young ones play (Ayy)

But in the streets is where many of our young ones lay

Life is cold when the bullet strays and hits a nine-year-old

I think she has the right to know at least what you was fighting for

Yeah, I know, everybody a soldier

So ready to go, but what you going to war for?

Put one in the cell or bury one in a hole, dug

Either dead or in jail, pick which one's for ya

Woe's us, I'm so glad that He choose us

I was so empty inside, I was a donut

Simply a matter of pride, life was so plush

Then he removed my disguise, Malice is toes up

I sho' 'nough needed me some relief

I ain't need a Jesus peace, I needed Jesus

For every tribulation, Jesus, He was the key

I gave Jacob 30 G's, the whole time, Jesus was free

Me ashamed of the Gospel? Nothing could be worse

To my critics, I said Jesus six times in this verse

How could I deny Him? I love Him so much, it hurts

By showing me His grace is by faith and not by works

Don't question my salvation, No Malice ain't got no doubts

Bizzle, believe me, my nizzle, I am sold out

In the pew doing the Bernie, I gotta shout

You ain't even gotta ask 'cause Jesus is all about

Yeah, I know, everybody a soldier

So ready to go, but what you going to war for?

Put one in the cell or bury one in a hole, dug

Either dead or in jail, pick which one's for ya