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