L e t . g o . m y . h a n d Songtext

von J. Cole, Bas, 6LACK

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)