Masta Ace - Glory (Finish Hard) lyrics

[Intro: Masta Ace] If you workin' on it, whatever you're doing . . . I hope it's gonna be done soon, cause it's about that time. Let's go." [Hook 1: Dion Jenkins] Did you know, did you know? We took this straight from the garden Give it now, give it If we don't hit the target It's the beginning We going back where it started It's the beginning If we don't finish hard [Verse 1: Masta Ace] I been out here tryna save us Since the first wack sh** signed to majors Ever since Hammer danced on stages And Word Up magazine and Rap Pages hit the stands I learned how to get the fans Learned how to build sh** with my hands, from the ground up Foundations laid down, turn the sound up But look how this sh** wound up After doing everything a man could ever do It didn't really matter much, I never knew The game was so cold, I should've worn my big parka ‘Cause when you think you see the light, that's when it gets darker But in my heart though, I do believe If you put out more love than you receive It's bound to come back around eventually And that'd be the day when you mention me [Hook 2: AG] Prepare for glory I love my life And if it ain't a struggle than it ain't a story And if it ain't real than don't record me Carry the torch for those before me I fall, I rise, I crawl, I fly And either way it go, we come back better Now we laugh forever [Verse 2: A.G.] Life's so varied, the days get heavy Escape into a zone, my soul take control Fall, rise, then fall, I rise Repeat these steps until they call my demise Torae told me keep flaming ‘em homie A cla** by myself, some days I get lonely Success got me numb But the failure make it realer than before What I scribble so visual Wrote it in blood, tears spilling on the floor Dancing in the rain, throw a party when you're poor I'm raw, R-A-W A terrorist here to bring trouble to the The days that came, I ain't been the same A permanent flat-top fade on my brain, I'm high And it's not from the weed I inhale ‘Cause I made it and the feeling's so rare [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Posdnuos] This ain't hood conquer-all rap This ain't player play a baller in all caps And understand that one cop can't stop no riot One “shhh” can't make the crowd no quiet We feast on a diet of injustice Pride been swallowed but won't fall, a burnt down Building in New York or the building's that bombed In Iraq is viewed like art on the wall Through the eyes of a child with vision this blurred A book never read be the song never heard But the word is the purpose, we can't stick together If you let life become such a non-stick surface Learn to walk cool before we learn to walk upright Now know the game of society's uptights Who don't want to see us derailed off the negative track Like crabs in a barrel they want to pull you back But life lesson's got us progressin' From ghetto to get-to, get to work Get to freedom, n***a small We push through gravity's hold on it all [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Bridge: Dion Jenkins] [?] [Outro: Bob and Doug McKenzie] “Okay, now you and I . . .” “Yeah” “. . . have to come up with an ending for this album.” “Just end it.” “We can't do it. It's gotta have . . .” “There's the ending right there. You're yawning. Everyone's bored to d**h. I know I am.”