Carry On - Guvna B, Samm Henshaw, Isaac Borquaye

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.»