I cannot return to where there is lack
I cannot return to what was employed
For what exists now is a colorless void
For what exists now no longer sustains
It keeps me from growing into what my soul ordains
It keeps me from growing and finding my voice
It keeps me from growing and finding my voice
So that I can speak up and be free with my choice
I must speak up so I might be heard
I must speak up so I might be heard
And follow my conscience lest my spirit be stirred
Following my conscience whether right or wrong
I must play these notes and write this song
I must play these notes - even if I'm off key
I must play these notes - even if I'm off key
You may not care for my music, but it matters to me
You may not care for my music - but there are some that do
You may not care for my music - but there are some that do
And as long as I have breath, treat it like it's brand new
And as long as I have breath, I'm gonna keep on givin'
And as long as I have breath, I'm gonna keep on givin'
Like Mr. Freeman said, "git busy dyin' or git busy livin' "
I can't go back - I can't go back
I can't go back - I can't go back
I cannot return to where there is lack
Where a chip turns into a crack
Where resentment would stack
Where my star would fade to black
I can't go back
Where a chip turns into a crack
Where resentment would stack
Where my star would fade to black
I can't go back
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