GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH

It all depends on what he says

I did it my own way, no time to get away

(Aaaahhhh) takes a while

And I ain’t ready to walk down the aisle

Some of them had it on a plate

That’s just one of the things that I hate

Wait a little longer to see if it’s worth it

Only a handful deserve it

First of all I got to drum that I walk with my back straight

Better get your facts straight

And deal me a handful of aces

And I don’t give a fuck for racists

Red is the colour we bleed

The colour of money is the colour we all need

In order to survive

But I ain’t ready to go looking for a nine to five

See that could be the death of me, the end of me

The more you make, the more you spend see

That’s a fact that’s proven

So we got to keep on moving

The man upstairs says he’s ready to talk about

But I go for a walkabout to clear the brain cells and go with a clear thought

So I don’t get caught

Up in a trap that they set, they got a reason to fret

When they get me upset

Now get with the programme, slick

And know who you’re dealing with, come on now…

You gotta give me strength

They love to fiddle around and play games

But I don’t wanna mention names

They could go crazy, turn it to a caper

And you could even read it in the paper

Words get twisted, people get fisted

If they dismissed it, they wouldn’t have missed it

They should’ve just kissed it goodbye

The story is misted, now I need an alibi

Plus you see me in court

Where I told the judges exactly what I thought

I’m just one of the guys you can’t fool

Sixteen years old and dumped from a school

That doesn’t necessarily mean that I4m dumb

‘Cause I’m an educated son

Now I don’t wanna read about English history

When mine is a mystery

Where’s the books about Armenia?

Africa you don’t see it in the media

Me I say something is wrong

Now matter where you belong you got to be strong

Hit them with your hardest hit

Those dumb moderfuckas ain’t nothing but full of shit

It takes a guy like me to sell it

That’s probably why they won’t sell it

They’re telling me to go ahead, change my style, dilute the product

But I don’t give a fuck

Huh go on, tell ‘em all

Not to try to get me backed up against the wall

Here’s what I reckon when I see it on the deck and

God gave me strength

You gotta give me strength

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Let’s get back to the point, the nitty gritty

What it’s like when you’re living in the city

They’re giving me a week to go pay my poll tax

We couldn’t make jack shit from making’ tracks

It’s nothing but a struggle

Then they wonder why ghetto people make trouble

The government boys went up the hill

To fetch another bucket of tax money

They didn’t have a clue that the boys were waiting for them

Now they’re running like chickens

The people wanna head to number 10

Knock knock till they open the door again

To have a little word with John and crew

Or beat them till they’re black and blue

But tell me can you really blame them?

They wore balaclavas so we couldn’t name them

I would’ve did the same

When they get me madder than mad I get hyper

If it comes to fist to fist with their boys and the Nubians

I’m with the Nubians

It ain’t about being violent

It ain’t about being dumbstruck

It ain’t about staying silent

It’s all about who’s having all the luck

You gotta give me strength