l e t . g o . m y . h a n d

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

Puttin' substance into something and the world's 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 livin'

Let time provide a new prescription, givin' truer vision

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 toughest growin' up, I would be lyin'

I had a fear of gettin' punched while everybody eyein'

Add to that a constant fear of dyin'

By gunshot wound, or 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 than 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 innocence is just ignorance before it's introduced to currency and clips