Soldier

[Verse 1: Tomi Owó]
Another day, another dawn, and you rise to the morning
See the sun high up where it belongs, but to you it's a warning
'cause at first light the battle begins
Every step to numb your patience
In the now or never, will you run or surrender?
And this is your fight, your honor
Whenever you're ready, wander
Fire under your feet, don't let it bring it to your knees
This is your fight, you honor
Whenever you're ready, wander
Frontline for God and country
For love and family

[Chorus: MI Abaga & 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 start to fill up my eyes, I wanna hide
We talk about it like it's a badge of honor, or 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 starts partly when fathering
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 it will not punish or tarnish me
It's no laughing matter, no comedy
I'm asking for a friend
Yeah

[Chorus: M.I Abaga & 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 tryna to be good to find purpose in a world telling you to be strong or else you're worthless
There's hurt that we've brought 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 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 have faulted
Nighty five percent of crimes and loss of lives are by us
We' the killers, we the cults, the gangs, the cops, the serial murderers
We' the ones at night, making the world unsafe
And what we need is a sun for light
I'm penning this, hoping that when you reminisce
We can start from the genesis
Every man should be feminist
Fighting to make the world a better place
I know it's hard
I see you cover your tears
But what you gon' do about those scars?
Yeah

[Chorus: M.I Abaga & Tomi Owó]
Lift your head soldier (Who gon' cry for me? Who gon' ride for me?)
Pick your head up solidier, don't cry
(The world so hard on me. So who gon' cry for me?)
Lift your head soldier (Who gon' cry for me? Who gon' ride for me?)
Pick your head up solidier, don't cry (The world so hard on me. So who gon' cry for me?)