Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Raise Me A Soldier, artist - Pastor Troy.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
I'm A Raise Me A Soldier |
Raise Me a soldier |
Artist: PASTOR TROY |
CD: UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER |
Song Title: Raise me a soldier Track #10 |
Talking before the Song: |
I Can’t wait to have a son, Lil PT Nigga, Lil Pastor Troy |
(Its gonna be real) |
Anybnody can be a daddy, it take a real man to be a father, (this dedicated to |
all them niggas takin care of they responsibility its on… keep it real) |
I think back home how i was raised, and how it is now, and i’m Half the man |
Man i’m played the fuck out |
And i can’t do nothin bout it |
My pop pushed me when i pouted |
Then he grabbed me and shouted |
Nigga thugz make this earth revolve |
All the simple shit that these mothafukaz can’t solve. |
we forgotten |
Now i ain’t gon' spoil you rotten, you’s a punk if you’s a nigga |
While punks pull pranks us real niggas pull triggers |
And i figure that like father, like son. |
fuk the pack man, lets buy the 50 pack |
and a gun |
Dont mean to take away yo fun, whats mo fun than money |
And even when you move a-tons pay yo tides on sunday |
Lets understand that the big man is Jesus Christ |
Give him repect and them devils can’t fuck wit yo life |
Cause they’ll entice you wit anything, bitches and broads wit bright ideas |
Nigga… close yo ears or yo money dissapear, took me years fo i’d seen the light |
And i’ma tell my son his great-father was right, like my father sat me down now |
sit down my boy |
And make him understand what it means to be a Troy |
And let the burdains i experienced make him laugh |
But at the same time, let my baby clear his path |
And all the math that them crakaz gonna teach in school, i teach him home |
Teach him shit he would have neva know |
I teach him how to clip the dope and how to chop his rocks |
I do it all for tha ship off tha old block. |
cause dats my blood |
I’ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. |
I’ma raise me a soldier. |
a soldier, |
put my faith in Jahovah. |
Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier! |
My son, the one thats gon' take over the throne, and he’ll me atone |
When them bustaz doin wrong, its bound to happen |
And i can see him laughing at trials and tribulations |
Holla’in at the hoes help them wit they situations |
Manipulation. |
come on he’ll be like me |
And when niggas knock his shit, he gon' tell em wit the quick |
Theres a million ways to get to the top of the mountain |
But the view is all the same, so fuck it i’ma a slang |
He gone understand the his name the game bendin all the rules |
So prove the move you make, cause nigga dats yo fate |
Gon' take a few mistakes but as long as he learn |
Even the bird didn’t know, just go get the worm |
And he gonna earn mo blessings, his blessings teach his son |
His son gonna teach his boy, and reunions we’ll enjoy |
The visions of a Troy President of this nation |
Brings a tear to my eye. |
What thugz ain’t 'pose to cry? |
I rely on my intuition, and my position, God gon' bring me to a stong position |
Now would ya’ll listen, that the cristian and i cry for days, another child |
To raise him to the worldly ways. |
dats my blood |
I’ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. |
I’ma raise me a soldier. |
a soldier, |
put my faith in Jahovah. |
Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier! |