Raise Me a soldier
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Artist:PASTOR TROY
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CD:UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER
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Song Title:Raise me a soldier Track #10
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Talking before the Song:
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I Cant wait to have a son, Lil PT Nigga, Lil Pastor Troy
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(Its gonna be real)
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Anybnody can be a daddy, it take a real man to be a father, (this dedicated to all them niggaz takin care of they responsibility its on...keep it real).
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I think back home how i was raised, and how it is now, and i'm Half the man.
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Man i'm played the fuck out,
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and i cant do nothin bout it
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my pop pushed me when i pouted,
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then he grabbed me and shouted
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Nigga thugz make this earth revolve,
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all the simple shit that these mothafukaz cant solve..we forgotten
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Now i aint gon' spoil you rotten, you's a punk if you's a nigga
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while punks pull pranks us real niggaz pull triggers
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And i figure that like father, like son..fuk the pack man, lets buy the 50 pack and a gun
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Dont mean to take away yo fun, whats mo fun than money
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and even when you move a-tons pay yo tides on sunday
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Lets understand that the big man is Jesus Christ
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Give him repect and them devils cant fuck wit yo life
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Cause they'll entice you wit anything, bitches and broads wit bright ideas
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Nigga...close yo ears or yo money dissapear, took me years fo i'd seen the light
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And i'ma tell my son his great-father was right, like my father sat me down now sit down my boy
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And make him understand what it means to be a Troy
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And let the burdains i experienced make him laugh
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But at the same time, let my baby clear his path
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and all the math that them crakaz gonna teach in school, i teach him home
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Teach him shit he would have neva know,
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i teach him how to clip the dope and how to chop his rocks
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I do it all for tha ship off tha old block..cause dats my blood
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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!
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My son, the one thats gon' take over the throne, and he'll me atone
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When them bustaz doin wrong, its bound to happen
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And i can see him laughing at trials and tribulations
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Holla'in at the hoes help them wit they situations
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Manipulation..? come on he'll be like me
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And when niggaz knock his shit, he gon' tell em wit the quick
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Theres a million ways to get to the top of the mountain
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But the view is all the same, so fuck it i'ma a slang
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He gone understand the his name the game bendin all the rules
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So prove the move you make, cause nigga dats yo fate
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gon' take a few mistakes but as long as he learn
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Even the bird didnt know, just go get the worm
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And he gonna earn mo blessings, his blessings teach his son,
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his son gonna teach his boy, and reunions we'll enjoy
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The visions of a Troy President of this nation
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Brings a tear to my eye..What thugz aint 'pose to cry?
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I rely on my intuition, and my position, God gon' bring me to a stong position
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Now would ya'll listen, that the cristian and i cry for days, another child.
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To raise him to the worldly ways..dats my blood
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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!
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I'm A Raise Me A Soldier
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| Pastor Troy |
