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Bryan Adams, OC OBC (born Bryan Guy Adams, 5 November 1959) is a Canadian rock singer-songwriter, guitarist, bassist, producer, actor and photographer. For his contributions to music, Adams has many awards and nominations, including 20 Juno Awards among 56 nominations, 15 Grammy Award nominations including a win for Best Song Written Specifically for a Motion Picture or Television in 1992. He has also won MTV, ASCAP, and American Music awards. In addition, he has won two Ivor Novello Awards for song composition and has been nominated for several Golden Globe Awards and three times for Academy Awards for his songwriting for films.
Adams was awarded the Order of Canada and the Order of British Columbia for contributions to popular music and philanthropic work via his own foundation, which helps improve education for people around the world.
Adams was inducted into the Hollywood Walk of Fame, with the 2,435th star in March 2011 and Canada's Walk of Fame in 1998, and in April 2006 he was inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame at Canada's Juno Awards. In 2008, Bryan was ranked 38 on the list of All-Time top artists by the Billboard Hot 100 50th Anniversary Charts. On 13 January 2010, he received the Allan Waters Humanitarian Award for his part in numerous charitable concerts and campaigns during his career, and on 1 May 2010 was given the Governor General's Performing Arts Award for his 30 years of contributions to the arts.
Call me the rapscallion
A rogue rhyme sayer single-handed battalion
Thoroughbred pedigree like a black stallion
The pale horse couldn't come close to pose a challenge
And rappers pale in comparison to my styling
I'm dropping knowledge while they narrow minds popping violence
I listen for truth, all I hear is a calm silence
I'm looking for proof all I see is my mom's smiling
Beaming proud 'cause I stopped buggin and wilding,
Everyman is an island --
--I stand alone like the cheese
Everyman is connected separated by six degrees
Walk the path of enlightenment down the road on we ease
By inches the gaps squeeze approaching our destinies
Breathe out in a cycle that we share with the trees
And sway aimless like a branch catch the rhythm of breeze
Always going but never knowing where fate may lead
Listen to my elders remember to take they head
Even when you smile meanwhile somebody else bleeds
And rose gardens get infected by weeds
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Never admire desires over necessities
I take time to balance out all of my wants and needs
Keeping time, I tap my left hand on my knee
And with my right I write a style that's free
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Running away from yesterday
Time is passing and I can not stay
Bless the children is what I say
I write the words and I give them away
I was born educated, I escalated to a
Style that's elevated- - above the average
Suckas who never made it - still trying to show out
But I never paraded, it's kind of faded
The way they stay jaded - from really knowing what's going on
It's like they stuck upon the same song
I aim strong, above my goals because I know
That gravity is pulling me back down to the floor
So I prepare my presentation just before I deliver
Pull another verbal arrow up out of my quiver
Yo, I'm a precious piece of history
People are still trying to figure out the mystery
Ancient like the streets of Sicily
I got the itch to be a high speed pitch fastball swing and a miss
Blacker than the abyss, and good for ya like a fat bowl of grits
I commandeer the mic and I spits
Shooting verbal knowledge at little kids
I use my voice box instead of boxing with fists
But square up on a square when I'm pissed - So where's the list
The class is in session but weak niggaz is dismissed
Go on back to the lab and practice
Counting my blessing on the lessons that I've been stressing
Lounging with essence guessing I've chosen the right profession
Get up and motivate to the spot and I'm rolling late
But anyway that's how we play out in the golden state
Big up my man he shakes my hand I pat him on the back
The salutations met with traditional wise crack
After the laughs we get to business for the afternoon
Reach in my bag and grab the CD packed full of tunes
Turn up the bass boost so we could feel the subs boom
Walls shaking feel like the earth quaking in the room
Make a selection choose the dopest of the dopest
For the rhyme session beats got to keep lyrics in focus
And vice versa, creating aural inertia