| Lately I’ve been in a life like limbo |
| Looking out of a smudged up window |
| We’re not sure where our lives are going |
| Friends, it’s summer outside but yet we’re snowed in |
| Don’t know where our next dollar’s coming from |
| Living the life of a poor musician |
| Headliner’s strong so he keeps his 9 to 5 |
| Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive |
| If it wasn’t for the rhythm |
| I think we would have given up by now |
| This system has gotten the best of me |
| Now I pray for God to invest in me |
| My dignity, invest his glory |
| Give me the strength so I can finnish the story |
| Keep on searching for the right way to go out |
| coz going out is what it’s all about |
| huh! You can’t be passive, gotta be active |
| Can’t go with what looks attractive |
| Gotta learn all I can while I’m able |
| Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables |
| When we get our chance |
| to make a good living of the music we program |
| We don’t sell out just to be sold out |
| Brothers and sisters, do you know what I’m yapping about? |
| Coz if they take away our contract |
| we still got talent and we still got contacts |
| Coz we’re worked real hard to get this far |
| We’re catching the bus before we bought the car |
| Ya see ! |
| [Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day |
| Teach him how to fish and he’ll eat forever] (2x) |
| Got to get political |
| Political I gotta get |
| Grown but can’t hold my own |
| So this government needs to be overthrown |
| Brothers with the AKs and the 9 MMs |
| need to learn how to correctly shoot’em |
| Save those rounds for a revolution |
| Poor whites and blacks bumrushing the system |
| But I tell you: Ain’t no room for gangstaz |
| Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters |
| Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster |
| Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own the coppers |
| so you you want out of the ghetto |
| First the political prisoners must be let go |
| And you must let go of your power master |
| You’ll never get out without much discipline |
| Raise your fist but also raise your children |
| So when you die the movement moves on |
| Coz with revolution, ain’t no future in front o' y’all |
| haha! Direct your anger, love |
| Nothing’s ever built on hate, instead love |
| Love your life, tackle the government |
| The spooks that break down the door are heaven sent |
| and my phrase went… |
| Alright ! |
| Rhythm makes you move your body, rhythm makes you move your mind |
| Rhythm makes your elbows groove, rhythm makes that behind move |
| Rhythm makes the people move, rhythm makes you want to move |
| Rhythm makes your mind soothe, next stop is Jerusalem |