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Title: God Give Me Strength
Artist: Blade
Label: 691 Influential
Year: 1993
Album: The Lion Goes From Strength To Strength
Cat #: Blade 1207

Last Modified: 13th April 2004
Transcribed by: Flat 4
Contact: flat4@ukhh.com
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Blade:
It all depends on what he says
I did it my own way, no time to get away
(aaaahhhh), takes a while
And I ain’t ready to walk down the aisle
Some of them had it on a plate
That’s just one of the things that I hate
Wait a little longer to see if it’s worth it
Only a handful deserve it
First of all I got to drum that I walk with my back straight
Better get your facts straight
And deal me a handful of aces
And I don’t give a fuck for racists
Red is the colour we bleed
The colour of money is the colour we all need
In order to survive
But I ain’t ready to go lookin’ for a nine to five
See that could be the death of me, the end of me
The more you make, the more you spend see
That’s a fact that’s proven
So we got to keep on movin’
The man upstairs says he’s ready to talk about
But I go for a walkabout To clear the brain cells and go with a clear thought
So I don’t get caught
Up in a trap that they set, they got a reason to fret
When they get me upset
Now get with the programme, slick
And know who you’re dealin’’ with, come on now…
You gotta give me strength

They love to fiddle around and playt games
But I don’t wanna mention names
They could go crazy, turn uit to a caper
And you could even read it in the paper
Words get twisted, people get fisted
If they dismissed it, they wouldn’t have missed it
They should’ve just kissed it goodbye
The story is misted, now I need an aliubi
Plus you see me in court
Where I told the judgs exactly whr I thoughtr
A’m just one of the guys you can’t fool
Sixteen years old and dumpoed from a school
That doesn’t necessarily mean that I4m dumb
‘Cause I’m an educated son
Now I don’t wanna read about Enfliush history
When mine is a mystery
Where’s the books about Armenia?
Africa you don’t see it in the media
Me I say somethin’ is wrong
Now matter where you belong you got to be strong
Hit them with your hardest hit
Those dumb moderfuckas ain’t nothin’ but full of shit
It takes a guy like me to sell it
That’s probably why they won’t sell it
They’re tellin’ me to go ahead, change my style, dilute the product
But I don’t give a fuck
Huh go on, tell ‘em all
Not to try to get me backed up against the wall
Here’s what I reckon when I see it on the deck and
God gave me strength
You gotta give me strength

1 2 3 4
Let’s get back to the point, the nitty gritty
What it’s like when you’re livin’ in the city
They’re givin’ me a week to go pay my poll tax
We couldn’t make jack shit from makoin’ tracks
It’s nothin’ but a struggle
Then they wonder why ghetto people make trouvle
The government boys went up the hill
To fetch another bucket of tax money
They didn’t have a clue that the boys were waitin’ for them
Now they’re runnin’ like chickens
The people wanna head to number 10
Knock knock till they open the door again
To have a little word with John and crew
Or beat them till they’re black and blue
But tell me can you really blame them?
They wore balaclavas so we couldn’t name them
I would’ve did the same
When they get me madder than mad I get hyper
If it comes to fist to fist with their boys and the Nubians
I’m with the Nubians
It ain’t about bein’ violent
It ain’t about bein’ dumbstruck
It ain’t about stayin’ silent
It’s all about who’s havin’ all the luck
You gotta give me strength

(15th Nov 1991)