l e t . g o . m y . h a n d (with Bas & 6LACK)

Soldier's song, 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
 Putting substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
 I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
 Ib 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 living
 Let time provide a new prescription, giving truer vision
 I dibble-dabble in a few religions
 My homie constantly telling me 'bout Quran, putting me on
 I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
 But I ain't got the discipline for sticking with it
 Now I'm on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
 I'm wondering 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 toughest growing up, I would be lying
 I had a fear of getting punched while everybody eyeing
 Add to that a constant fear of dying
 By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
 I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretending
 Luckily my bluff was working way more often than not
 But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
 And with my reputation at stake
 I was scuffling 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 innocence is just ignorance
 Before it's introduced to currency and clips
 Or bad licks that have a nigga serving three to six, shit
 Soldier's song, marching on, on
 Hoping to see home
 If I die before I
 See your smile just one more time
 Soldier's song
 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's tryna crawl up to the surface
 Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
 Stubbornly getting its way (way), way (way)
 Drowning out the wave (drowning out)
 I've got a reason to believe that I'll turn out just fine
 
 Soldier's song
 Lord, please guide our steps
 Watch us, cover us
 So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
 Your purpose
 Please fill us with Your spirit
 Keep us forever in the present
 For presence makes the strongest fathers
 Teach us how to lead
 Show us how to love