Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Soldier Like Me (A.K.A. Return of the Soulja)’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
So what I’m gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be,
I-I don’t wanna be I am, 2Pac Shakur
(Guess who’s back)
(Guess who’s back)
(Guess who’s back)
(Guess who’s back)
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Posse deep as I roll through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin’ so low you’d think I’m asleep
But at the slightest beef I’m robbin’ niggas of they teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play toughy
Last time them niggas rushed me I ain’t bust but now I’m touched
Trust me, ain’t nothin’ jumpin’ but these buck shots
A nigga’s got enough knocks, I’m poppin’ at corrupt cops (pow)
Them motherfuckers catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one
And there’s no prison that can hold ya
Motherfuck a soldier ready to roll or take control
So now I jack ’em while they sleepin’
Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct (pin, explosion)
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin’ ’cause there’s no stoppin’ ’til they rubbed out
And they vest don’t protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunition’s and them bitches will be dead soon (boom)
Smoke risin’ from the barrel of my shotty
I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin’ to keep a nigga down but you failed
Before I let you take me, I told ya
F*ck bein’ trapped, I’m a soldier
I betcha that’s how I got some things you ain’t got
That’s called courage, and it don’t come
From no flick or bottle, it ain’t scotch
It’s not bourbon, I don’t walk around
Like no G ’cause that ain’t me
I’m not that person, I don’t try
To act like you do ’cause that ain’t you
You just burpin’, you ain’t
2Pac in the mad bitch
In the six-fo’ rag on them thangs, that’s a bad bitch
Gettin’ ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin’ out the back seat nigga when we clown
Homey is you down? D got the strap and she anxious (click)
Hurry up ‘fore she spank shit (tires peeling)
Comin’ ’round the corner spittin’ rounds, they can’t hold me down
Caught them sucker-ass bitches outta bounds
Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate
Make ’em pray for the judgment day
Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate
Make ’em pray for the judgment day stinkin’ beotch!
I betcha that’s how I got some things you ain’t got
That’s called courage, and it don’t come
From no flick or bottle, it ain’t scotch
It’s not bourbon, I don’t walk around
Like no G ’cause that ain’t me
I’m not that person, I don’t try
To act like you do ’cause that ain’t you
You just burpin’, you ain’t
2Pac
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me