| Crisis, in the supermarket-prices
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| Prospects, not the nicest, my wife is
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| About as cold as ice is
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| When stressed, she’s not the wisest, who is?
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| We all got baggage, hers is financial
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| Peace to my uncle and so thanks to
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| A loan from him, we still have a home to live in
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| I’m learning to ride the riddim, when she come in
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| Face full of arguing, another nice night in ruin
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| Remembering back when we were just into each other
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| Now we just injure each other, without thinking
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| And when the silence fall, and the world gets really small
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| She crawl into bed, I’m in my three fifty zed
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| High speed meditation just to ease my head
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| Light beep on as I slide in
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| Put the music on to keep me from crying
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| A tear may escape as I scrape first gear
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| But have no fear I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying
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| Hmmm… I’ll never stop trying
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| I love the surge, the pull, away from the curb
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| The way the sound-reverberate
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| As I push my foot down, accelerate straight out of town
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| And with the help of James Brown on the tape
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| I reach escape velocity on the M3
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| Transcend my physical bounderies
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| Blend with the mystic reality and finally, I’m free
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| Travelling instantaneously through space
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| Till I will reach that place within me
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| That has no trace of a beginning, has no end
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| Where I both recieve and send
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| My soul fills the universe end to end
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| And I feel myself heal and mend
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| My mind is still and I’m floating
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| Look down, throttle’s still wide open
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| Inner serenity comfort me, past junction twenty three
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| On my way back, full chat and I’m flying
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| I won’t crack and I’ll never stop trying
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| I’m flying, I’ll never stop trying, I’m flying
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| It’s like all of a sudden and everything is different
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| You can still see everything around you
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| But it’s all completely lost it’s significance
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| It’s not important anymore, this inner-acceptance that you are we
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| And everything that is, is you
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| Emotions unstick and fall away till all that remains is joy
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| My earthly body’s doing one sixty
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| And float free in the realm of eternity
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| The essential inner drama
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| Where my rhythm resonates so all phenomenom full uppa
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| Original stamina, look uppa
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| I know the speed camera, physical laws unravel
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| I travel through the fabric hole, the unseen going mad quick
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| Some call it magic, they flash and I never get a ticket, boom
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| I’m leaving with the mystic laws
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| So benefit is automatic and I’m back with my girl
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| Back in the real world two AM, we both tired of arguin
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| She wanna know we’re I been
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| Back before big bang and then back again
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| And she scold me, stop lying and I told her, and I hold her
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| I’ll never stop trying, baby, I’ll never stop trying
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| I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying, for you
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| I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying
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| I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying, for you
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| I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying
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| I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying
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| I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying, I’ll never stop trying |