WARRIOR – LeeSon Bryce (Lyrics)
WARRIOR
Ah, Warrior
Hardened from battle, Victorior,
Takin the trophy, a courier,
Takin the trophy, so glorious,
Winnin the odds, they givin him nods,
He poppin up like he is ownin this,
Sparin the rod, they spoil the child,
As long as he goin and keepin right,
Honestly,
Im thinkin honestly I’m burnt out and I had enough,
I’m thinkin that the validation is a toxic drug,
I’m thinkin sadness and depression is too common now,
I’m thinkin Im the only one who actually gives a
Im thinkin all these ladies want is them a millionaire,
Im thinkin loyalty uncommon and its seeming rare
I think we talk too much, and cannot back it up,
I think I had enough, I think,
Avoiding the traps,
Im runnin abundance, I gotta go higher,
To keep on the rise,
To feedin the family,
Give em the life of the cloud and the power,
Golden glow hour, sending him flowers,
Takin em all but they gone and they withered,
Takin the hate and keepin the calm,
Keepin that talk cuz he beating the odds
Level the building out,
Headin in hard, cuz I had enough
No more he talkin, just run it up,
They shootin this way, but cant damage him,
Projecting they falls, projectin they fails,
No wonder they sounding so bitter though,
They want him to fail, and hope he derails,
Got multiple dms to prove it now,
I barely reply I admit,
I wanna stay up in my lane and just go mind my own,
Oh yea, he goin hard, but guess what, I am better though,
Hey homie, betta tell yo shawty not to hit my phone,
She way too friendly in my DM, better leave me alone,
Im dodgin the false, I cannot go broke,
Carefully choosin, the ones I’m around,
Movin so carefully and makin my rounds,
Avoiding them now,
Some people vie to only put you in the ground,
aye, aye, aye
Warrior
Hardened from battle, victorior,
Takin the trophy, a courier,
Takin the trophy, so glorious,
Winnin the odds, they givin him nods,
He poppin up like he is ownin this,
Sparin the rod, they spoil the child,
As long as he goin and keepin right,
Killin the child, they spoil the rod,
They strikin him down, out of spite,
What are the odds, betrayin yo name or hurting your heart, once in life
What are the odds of a black man seeing no prejudice, got no equal life
What are the odds of depression seeping in then deciding to end a life
What are the odds,
Warrior, born right in the heart of us,
Carry the baggage, no losin it,
Goin slower and its haunting him,
Still he a kid, no confidence found and a lot of growing up to getahead,
Black and ugly and got no worth,
See a mirror and he look away,
Used to wish upon a better day
Depression now is a common thing
And he wish upon a better way,
Wanna say that its underway,
Protectin the mind, and seekin to ride,
The happiness that we are tryna find,
The power inside, the warrior time,
To push on when they tryna stoppin him
The look in the eyes, the redness of cries,
Of others who went and betrayed him,
The trusting, no longer within in
The life that he happily chosen,
The warrior inside, the hardness of time,
The callin he has, no runnin,
The warrior inside, the hardness of time,
The callin he has, no runnin,
