Soldier Boy

Heard he grew up in Queens
Got a bullet to the brain
Dug a step into fame
But that don't mean a thing
Said he rather be king
But with an absolute reign
'Till he finds himself a victim of the game

(He was stabbed in the back
As a matter of fact)
Then his life became serious

Marching like the soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Show you the things that make a man a king
Marching like the soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Why don’t you shine like you’re the man again

People say that you’re blind
Then they say that you’re fine
But they won’t help you find
Find the road again
But they won’t help you fight
So they torture your mind
They leave you delirious oh my

No, no no, no baby, baby hee, hee, hee
No, no baby, baby hee, hee, hee

Marching like the soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Show you the things that make a man a king
Marching like the soldier
Marching like a soldier boy
Why don’t you shine like you’re the man again