Don't Give Up

When it gets hard
And you’re feeling like crying
Long as you’re doing your part
Don’t stop trying
When it gets hard
And you’re feeling like dying
Long as you’re doing your part
Don’t stop trying
I see a Mom walking home
From the Grocery store
Two bags in her hand
And both of her shoulders are sore
She’s mad, wishing she had
Some Hot Folgers to pour
Only Fruit, no loot
Her and her daughters are poor
Daddy left
So the children really don’t have no support
One’s 11 and the other one is about to be 4
She’s asking where is Dad
And really who’s he love more
That’s the same thing Momma
Hollered when he walked out the door
But now she’s like
Dang, Lord I’m alone and I’m bored
Can’t afford a phone at the store
Or an ironing bored
Plus, the Iron I’ve got has got a semi short
In the cord
Yeah, seeing me struggle is something he must’ve adored
It’s like the sky is black and I’m in fact
Completely ignored
Don’t let me down, I ont wanna drown
You’ll keep me, I’m sure
I feel as if I done died so many times before
But there’s something inside that’s telling me keep moving forward
Don’t Give up
When it gets hard
Don’t Give up
And you’re feeling like crying
Don’t Give up
Don’t stop trying
Don’t Give up
When it gets hard
Don’t Give up
And you’re feeling like dying
Don’t Give up
Don’t stop trying
Three dollars in my pocket
It’s all I had
A Homeless man asked me for change
So I gave em that
Then I got to the corner and found a quarter
At least I couldn’t say I ain’t have a dime
Kinda Sorta
So as I’m crossing the street
I see a man laughing
Colored him happy
As he passed me and he grabbed me
And He said, son I don’t ain’t got a dime
Please, can you spare me 50 Cent
If not now, then maybe another time
He said, my mother and daughter’s fine
But I ain’t ate in 3 whole days
I ain’t lying family but I’m trying
Judging him would’ve been outta order
So I figured I’d help him make his quota
By giving him my one and only quarter
That I had just found on the corner
I’ma need some good news Times reporter
My problems and junk are piling hoarder
Muscle aching, shaky shoulders from the weight
Of my worries
Working smart, let nothing take over
My territory
Don’t Give up
When it gets hard
Don’t Give up
And you’re feeling like crying
Don’t Give up
Don’t stop trying
Don’t Give up
When it gets hard
Don’t Give up
And you’re feeling like dying
Don’t Give up
Don’t stop trying
Hold on, Hold on
I’m telling you
Hold on, Hold on
I’m telling you
Hold on, Hold on
I’m telling you
Hold on
Hold on, Hold on
I’m telling you
Hold on, Hold on
I’m telling you
Hold on, Hold on
I’m telling you
Hold on
Don’t Give up
When it gets hard
Don’t Give up
And you’re feeling like crying
Don’t Give up
Don’t stop trying
Don’t Give up
When it gets hard
Don’t Give up
And you’re feeling like dying
Don’t Give up
Don’t stop trying
When it gets hard
And you’re feeling like crying
Long as you’re doing your part
Don’t stop trying
When it gets hard
And you’re feeling like dying
Long as you’re doing your part
Don’t stop trying