For 'Jazz'

They gonna push you down

Unto the streets of public

They gonna kick ya to a corner

And talk up some gobshite

They gonna gather all around

And take turns on the whip

But don't let, please don't let

Any of your blood spill

But don't give, please don't give

in to their satisfaction

They think you're weak

Worthless and incapable

They think-who gives a fuzz?

They say-who gives a fuzz?

They want-who gives a fuzz?

When you owe the floor

You stand up, hold your ground

And they come, you don't go down

For th

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is strength you bout to feel

Has always been in you, Jazz

So, pick up your head

For you're more, so much more

People may see you as a bad book

Just cause you have a plain looking cover

But fuzz them all, cause your

Inside, your chapters

In the heart that matters

Not the way society gon' judge you

You know your worth

Fuzz all that gobshite, you're not

You're not a piece of trash

You're an ultra cool gangsta

They gonna try push you down again

Don't give in to their gobshite lies

You're stronger than that, friend