Can't Give Up featuring Speech from Arrested Development

◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. (●I sad) ●goodbye to Hollywood and I ain't even get to go there. I'm still in West ●Philly on the other side of no where. Riding through your city, just to say I did a show there. ●Freestyling 'bout these places hoping one day I'm a go there. ●Yens, francs peso's chasing them. On European vacations with Chevy Chase and them. ●This hip-hop chick not on some lady sings the blues. ●I'm on some you sue me, 'cause I'm sick of paying dues. ●I glide, rough times but glad to be alive, really. ●Travel, see the world, then write back to philly. Postcards from abroad, I send my love. ●Until we meet again, kisses and hugs. X's and O's as I sign and a happy face for Dede. ●I'll see you when I get back, right now I'm chasing payday. I ain't trying to be ●broke for that long. Got the blood of a slave and therefore it makes me strong. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. (◆Man oh man oh man my girl,) ◆Steph Pockets and I, we met 5 minutes ago, with a sinister vibe. ◆Saw her locks, how she rocked, it was clear to me, ◆She rides with tribes who's lives, be so dare and so near to me. ◆Like my son Jaheed, as an infant his eyes looked at mine, ◆And I realized I was a first time dad, yet a rhyme vet. ◆20 years stages been stepped on. We rep strong and ring the alarm. ◆For people that stepped on us. As if my name was Russell Simmons, I'm just feeling the rush. ◆I got grooves to krush. And like Run I'm screaming who's house. ◆Crowd is screaming it's yours, like T LA Rock. Def jam purple label. ◆The hand that rocks the cradle is mine. Not a young mc but got some moves to bust. ◆Since 79 been inclined to boost ya up. Alludes to cut called Tennessee. ◆Had the people staying thirsty. 1991 the people heard me. Especially the everyday ones, ◆affected by Reagan. Crack in the back of the folks and hanging like piggy back rides. ◆I had to ride couldn't let this track slide. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. (●We California dream,) ●trying to think up a scheme. In the back room banging Rakim's microphone theme. ●Keeping thoughts on the green since Wu dropped cream. ●Life's a bitch and then you die or is it not what it seem. ●I do four lines at a time, That is four bars of the rhyme. ●I'm moving backwards even though it seems I'm frozen in time. ●Bowling for Columbine, not trying to glorify crime. ●But it's me against the world now that I'm out for what's mine. ●I'm out to get that moving on despite these setbacks. ●Me quit, give up you better dead that. Stop I'm too hot on the rise like heat. ●Steph P, Speech, AD and My Crew Deep. We can meet in Tennessee and take it ●back to Beat Street. 'Cause we write the songs like Biz and Heavy D . ●With the 1, 2, 3, like we was BDP . In the same game like Ren, Dre and Easy E. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆●I can't give up. Though the road is tough. ◆●I gotta keep on doing my thing. ◆...keep on doing my thing...