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