Lyrics Carry On - Guvna B, Samm Henshaw, Isaac Borquaye

Carry On

On the 18th of July 2017
3AM I was asleep, wifey intervened
And said «Your brother’s on the phone, wake up»
I took the iPhone, hi bro, I beg you say something
This don’t feel right so
He told me Daddy’s on life support
Doctors are saying we need to come in
I hung up and starting rushing
Wifey wanted to come but I told her stay behind
Didn’t wanna believe that anything could happen to my favourite guy
But she came anyway, typical, always by my side, it’s reciprocal
She rides when it’s difficult
Jumped in the whip, put the keys in
A13 and I’m speeding praying without ceasing
And then I pull up to the hospital
My brother’s on his feet but my mum she’s on her knees
I hope the doctors haven’t dropped the ball
Cos if he dies it’s like she’s lost it all
And then I pulled up to his bedside
And I saw him wired up
I swear my faith got fired up
I said «Lord you’re higher up
Help my Daddy rise up
And fight tough»
But he didn’t, times up
They say the Lord knows best, how
Because I’ve never felt so let down
Ay yo my Daddy was a good guy
And even though we had good times
I couldn’t even say goodbye
Carry on
I’m losing patience, I’ll still carry on
Nobody told me it would take this long
Questioned my faith and where my pain belongs
But maybe pain ain’t wrong
I know pain is pain
We all feel it in different ways
When my Pops passed away
That really tested my faith like
What about the grace like
Lord knows I prayed life
How come he never came through
Before the graveside?
Now I’m at the gravesite sad
Thinking bout all of the memories we had
Like when I first got sponsored by Adidas we were the same size
So I used to give you all the trainers I didn’t like
Your favourites were the Stan Smiths
And man it hurts that you’ll never meet you grandkids
You deserve to see your last name expanding
When I was younger you would put up with my antics
But I turned out fine, so did Joel
And I know earth was never your home, it’s just a hotel
When God checked you out it was more than just a oh well
Cos you gave the fam big wins you didn’t hold L’s
The day you never went to work, that’s a cold hell
Huffing up and down the field, you were our Odell
Whenever I flew out for shows you told me go well
Forever grateful, and I thought I was forever faithful
I can’t lie I been struggling like I was never able
So God if you are, help me recover, help my mum stop crying, help my wifey,
help my brother
Carry on
I’m losing patience, I’ll still carry on
Nobody told me it would take this long
Questioned my faith and where my pain belongs
But maybe pain ain’t wrong
I remember back day when you told me «Tidy your room»
You was popping to shop but you said you’d be back soon
As soon as you left feet up I was watching the cartoons
Time of my life till you got back, bout half 2
I ran to my room started scrambling
You was coming up the stairs feet stamping
Burst through the door I saw your face you weren’t ramping
I started making up excuses I was rambling
Then you did your cheeky little grin, then you burst out laughing
Felt like you wanted to be angry but you just couldn’t help it
Then you walked over to my bed, sat down and then called me over
I thought I was about to get the belt or something but you just sat me in your
lap
You took my hand, and put it in the air
Then you said, «Son, never be lazy.
Hands are made for working.»