The Prize
Mr. Hudson, Jakwob
Jump in the Jag for the heart of central
Through the gears but the traffic's mental
Is this the bit where we say goodbye?
Legal drugs tryna twist my system
I've gotta think how to fix your problem
I hate to see my baby cry
Lift my face up to the sky
Wipe the tear from my eye i keep it fixed on
The prize there'll be choices we must make
And some promises to break
We keep our eyes on the prize
Hurry up, there's a big storm brooding
Travel light, then we might get through it
I'd hate to have to say goodnight
See the future shining
Up in the night sky, stars aligning
I hear a newborn baby cry
Will you remember when you
Look down from high?
Will you remember I was almost that guy?
Was it a struggle to be by my side
I'll keep on pushing till the day that I die