John Trudell – It is what it is

It is what it is

So no use in wishing, hoping and wanting
And those if only
And those coulda, woulda and shouldas
Are just troubles for the head
And crying around ’bout most anything
Is just a waste of tears

It is what it is

Life doesn’t put anything in front of us that we can’t handle
It’s all in the handling
Coherent or incoherent
Clarity or chaos
Another thing, everything that ever happens
Is there to make us stronger
And when we understand our strength gets stronger
And when we don’t understand our weaknesses get stronger
It’s an inevitability

It is what it what it is

And when falling down falls down, how down can falling down fall?
And when getting back up, gets back up, how up can getting back up get back up?

In the reality of being
Reality waits for human recognition
to recognize the power of intelligence
Clearly used
Is a way of seeing, curing, healing spirit

It’s not about whether we can or we can’t
It’s about whether we will or we won’t

It is what it is

The blamers and the blamed
Play a dangerous game
Turning responsibility into another one of their casualties
Inside of ourselves and amongst ourselves
Disparating while hidden behind the light
Cast by our shadows
Life holds its breath
And alive wants us to live
The gift we were given
It’s a decision we make

It is what it is
So no use in wishing, hoping and wanting
And those if only
And those coulda, woulda and shouldas
Are just troubles for the head
And crying around ’bout most anything
Is just a waste of tears