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Quitters Never Win


It's the end of the 4th quarter and you're heading to overtime.

Again and again you try to push towards the end.

Towel drenched in blood, sweat and tears but you're leaning towards throwing it in?

Why give up this fight when you have come so far?

I think you should call up to the man above and ask him to bring you back to par.

Quitting is easy, anyone can do it..

that’s funny, cause All I can think about is my mom when she had her grey Buick.

Yea, we were going through it. But we hear now!

She fought like a champion and she ain’t have to use no weapon.

See,  You got this fear of failure,

yet you fail to remember our elders ,

who marched in the coldest weather ,

that were remorseful and rebellious.

I know it’s cliche, but it serves a powerful message beyond measures.

what if Harriet laid down instead of running?

What if Rosa stood instead of sitting?

What if Dr. King and his campions gave up on their first failed mission?

C’mon, get up, It’s time to handle your business.

 

 

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