River 2 Sea (feat. DEViNE POET)
The people round me look up to me when I do my thing
I been humble for what I have and given to those in need
I'm tired of seeing hatred and murder amongst the streets
Protests over land, children in mass, innocent to degree
No respect for those who bite the hands of those who choose to feed
I've been home, but when I'm gone I wander towards the east
I've been isolated, feel the sorrows in my speech
The world hurts, hard to be grateful when you're feeling grief
All I want to see is love, the fighting has to cease
Bodies buried under rubble, children left deceased
I will always give back half of what they give to me
I love my brother's laugh, parts of him I see in me
My mother wants to see the world, my father likes to sit a drink
Self medication, what he does to quiet up the beast
Haven't been myself until the age of seventeen
Now I found myself, finally found some peace
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
Give her a rose, hold it real close
Tell my paps I'm so glad I got to know her
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Self reflection is evident
Haven't been reflective on things that are relevant
Like spending money or school been feeling so at the end
But really I'm not that close, still stuck up in the mix
I've been breaking through different avenues that I'm
Noticing more patterns, emotionally intelligent
Tryna be there for my Dad, but sometimes he's out of it
My moms been battling with the pain of not having friends
I don't know how to help so I stare at the clouded lens
Tryna be more present, but really been shadowing
Giving people hands, but can't really call em friends
Tryna help my Dad, but don't know what he's battling
Call you up your mothers, your brother, and call your kin
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
Give her a rose, and hold it real close
Tell my paps I'm so glad I got to know her
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I been humble for what I have and given to those in need
I'm tired of seeing hatred and murder amongst the streets
Protests over land, children in mass, innocent to degree
No respect for those who bite the hands of those who choose to feed
I've been home, but when I'm gone I wander towards the east
I've been isolated, feel the sorrows in my speech
The world hurts, hard to be grateful when you're feeling grief
All I want to see is love, the fighting has to cease
Bodies buried under rubble, children left deceased
I will always give back half of what they give to me
I love my brother's laugh, parts of him I see in me
My mother wants to see the world, my father likes to sit a drink
Self medication, what he does to quiet up the beast
Haven't been myself until the age of seventeen
Now I found myself, finally found some peace
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
Give her a rose, hold it real close
Tell my paps I'm so glad I got to know her
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Self reflection is evident
Haven't been reflective on things that are relevant
Like spending money or school been feeling so at the end
But really I'm not that close, still stuck up in the mix
I've been breaking through different avenues that I'm
Noticing more patterns, emotionally intelligent
Tryna be there for my Dad, but sometimes he's out of it
My moms been battling with the pain of not having friends
I don't know how to help so I stare at the clouded lens
Tryna be more present, but really been shadowing
Giving people hands, but can't really call em friends
Tryna help my Dad, but don't know what he's battling
Call you up your mothers, your brother, and call your kin
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
Give her a rose, and hold it real close
Tell my paps I'm so glad I got to know her
Now I'm on the road, and my feet getting cold
But I won't stop pressing on, on my moms I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Credits
Writer(s): Devine Poet, Mud B
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