Don't Give Up

Like Dear Doris with the pink suede Nine deaths of the ninja like my old wooden broken blade Bowl fade, tight roll, drippo was bad grades Dad smacked me around 'cause I came back from Mom's with braids Painted pants, eighth grade, doing the hammer dance Never was weak as fuck like dunks done by Larry Nance Punked out Smoking blunts made me flunk out Used to go to Underground on 99th at Ella's house High roll Dinner every night Gyros Never raised around the Quran, Torah or the Bible Just meatloaf Green beans and plates of French toast Mom's a dreamer, Dad's anger problems like a gym coach Mad weed On the toilet sifting out the seeds Copies of the Socialist Worker under Audi keys Big bear Never fucked around with cokey Yoni days Wake up with a motherfuckin' nose bleed Mad time Rest in peace Vanessa (?) Favorite drinks rum and Coke Marlboro Menthol Light smokes Shell toes Favorite group was Mobb Deep I have this image of you smoking weed and listening to The Streets (Just take back the DVD, withdraw that extra money, call Mom about T, get the savings...) So now it's time later I got a little baby bundle, a boy And he still sleeps in the crib in the crib I work at the gig, I do shows Don't drink as many stros(?) And my life doesn't have as many hoes I moved on Me and my wife have a futon I had to play this jingle sometimes though when I was up at dawn Don't give up I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying Don't give up Yeah Don't give up Regardless of the possibilities Don't give up You're alive and in control Don't give up Regardless of the circumstance Don't give up You're alive and in control