Jill Scott - Try

When I was a little girl
Raised on North Philly streets
I'd hear my people say
Ghetto's all they'd be
But my mommy would hold me
Quietly give me peace
She'd look me in my eyes
And she'd say to me

If you want it to happen baby
Hold fast and believe
You can make it happen baby
You can be where you please
All you gotta do is try
Then try once again
Then try a few more times
Then try after then

As a teenager
I dreamed to see the world
But how could I do this
Me a poor black girl
And just when my will was lost
And all hope seemed set free
I'd remember my mama's face
And her tellin' me

If you want it to happen baby
Hold fast and believe
You can make it happen baby
You can be where you please
All you gotta do is try
Then try once again
Then try a few more times

Then try after then