The Prize - Jakwob, Mr Hudson

Jump in the Jag for the heart of central

Through the gears but the traffic’s mental

Is this the bit

Where we say goodbye?

Legal drugs tryna twist my system

I’ve gotta think how to fix your problem

I hate to see

My baby cry

Lift my face up to the sky

Wipe the tear from my eye

I keep it fixed on

The prize

There’ll be choices we must make

And some promises to break

We keep our eyes on

The prize

Hurry up, there’s a big storm brooding

Travel light, then we might get through it

I’d hate to have to say

Goodnight

see the future shining

Up in the night sky, stars aligning

I hear a newborn baby

Cry

Will you remember when you look down from high?

Will you remember I was almost that guy?

Was it a struggle to be by my side

I’ll keep on pushing till the day that I die