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letra de soldier - m.i abaga

[verse 1: tomi owó]
another day, another dawn, and you’re still in the morning
see the sun high up where it belongs, but to you it’s still morning
’cause at first light the battle begin, there is that and i’m your patient
in there now or never, you wanna surrender
’cause this is your fight, you runner
whenever you’re ready, wanna
fight under your own fear, don’t let it bring it to your kneels
’cause this is your fight, you runner
whenever you’re ready, wanna
[?]
[chorus: tomi owó]
lift your head soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry
lift your hеad soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry

[verse 2: mi abaga]
hmm, yеah
they tell us boys don’t cry but they don’t tell us why
so when tears starts to fill up my eyes, i wanna hide
we talk about it like it’s a badge of honour, our pride
but guess who is the leading victims of suicide?
it’s young men who don’t know the way to emote
could be dealing with stress or his heart could be broken
all this hurdle, it’s starts partly when fatherling, now we’re fathers, we’d carven them into hard men just starving for hope
and now the world is changing rapidly, happily, i embrace it
but learning how to be a good man is proving evasive
see toxic masculinity in it we all will suffer, but all i know is be tougher to feed and protect my lover
and yeah, it’s what i was taught that i must be
and honestly i wanna be better but promise me
that you can show me how i will not punish or tarnish me
it’s no laughing matter, no comedy
i’m asking for a [?]

[chorus: tomi owó]
lift your head soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry
lift your head soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry (soldier, don’t cry, soldier, don’t cry)
[verse 3: mi abaga]
this is for the fathers, the husbands, the soldiers, the workers
the young men trynna to be good to find purpose in a world telling you to be strong or else you’re worthle
it hurts that we’ve brought them to earth just to scratch the surface
i asked ten of my female friends to share their lens
to tell me what’s it like to be like them, to get a sense
six of them had been raped and all ten had been assaulted
i halted, i couldn’t believe how we are faulted
nighty five percent of crimes end in loss of lives
how ’bout us?, we the k!llers, we the cult, the gangs, the cops, the serial murderers, we the ones at night making the world unsafe, and what we need is a son for light
i’m penning this, hoping that when you’re ramming this, we can start from the genesis, every man should be feminists
find intimate the world a better place, i know it’s hard, i see you cover your tears but what you gon’ do about those scars

[chorus: tomi owó]
lift your head soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry
lift your head soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry
lift your head soldier
lift your head soldier
pick your head up solider, don’t cry
lift your head soldier
lift your head soldier

- m i abaga

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