Monday, 12 March 2012


"Don't Give Up"

Ahh lovely day……

I never really thought of myself as a complex man,
Or as someone who was really that hard to understand.
But it would hardly take a genius to realize 
That I’ve always been a lot too arrogant and a little too f$%kin’ wise 
That was a combination that made folks feel duty bound,
To do whatever they could to try and shoot me down.
To head off some of the things I might possibly say,
And see if they couldn’t take some of my pride away.
To bring me disappointment and teach me to fear it 
Obviously these are folks that just didn’t have no spirit
Spirits say 

Don’t give up (spirits say don’t give up)
Yes it’s time to stop your fallin’
You’ve been down long enough 
Can’t you hear the spirits callin’
Yes it’s the spirits 
Can’t you hear iiiiiit
Callin’ your name [x2]
Yeah talkin’ bout spiriiiiiiiiiiits heh 

There are people whose lives are so far of the track 
That what they like best about life is stabbing’ brothers in the back
And I was obviously too blind and probably too weak 
To see who was responsible for my losing streak 
The best way to explain it is to say simply because
I was looking around outside and the truth is I was
the one. So I got locked into all of the analysis 
And found myself locked into a kind of paralysis
And something was calling and I almost didn’t hear it 
But I spent a lot of time being blessed by the spirits
They keep saying 


I didn’t matter if it was a child or and adult 
There was absolutely no-one that I could not insult.
So that I could isolate myself somewhere off to the side 
And continue to juggle all the possible whys
The warmth I wanted to generate so well 
Had turned into a frozen hell 
And the discouraging injustices I felt 
Had pinned me somewhere inside a drug infested cell
Where those who told didn’t know and those who knew didn’t tell
And “I could continue to feel sorry for my self” [echo of “”]
And then I heard 


Ain’t no way overnight to turn your life around 
And this ain’t the conversation of someone that never falls back down
But no matter how long you’ve been on trial 
With the days and weeks of self denial 
And no matter how many times you’ve tried to make it 
And found out that right then you just couldn’t take it 
If you are looking for a looser who found strength and success
Remember the spirit of Brother Malcolm X
And know that you can leave all your mistakes behind 
The day that you “really make up your mind” [echo of “”]
Come on brother… come on up 
Stand on up and say…

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