Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand, artist - Illogic. Album song Celestial Clockwork, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2004
Record label: Illogic
Song language: English
Stand |
Take a seat, we need to speak about your actions as of late |
It seems you’ve lost yourself |
And I now wanna search for fate |
There’s no debate |
How can you equate happiness to making ripples in that lake of flames you create |
Every time you search your mind you find ways to down my matriarch |
Full of yourself just because you’re the patriarch? |
I’m making art, and you’re making a mess |
Of the time this family has left in the flesh |
Whoa, hold up, now let’s wait a minute, son |
From where is this coming from? |
What are you saying? |
Are you attacking my behavior? |
What’s done is done, and I’ve done what is what |
I’m not trying to get defensive but I don’t understand the question |
Well you’re posing as a man of care and love |
Held for years, now I feel the tears that pierce my heart |
As spears from my mom’s eyes catapulted my anger as taunted time flies |
But time is iniquitous, it’ll fall soon enough |
Hopefully before that you’ll wake up |
And break from the mental makeup, handcuffs |
This is no bluff, no game, I’m not playing |
See the straight face? |
Yeah I can read the straight face |
Then I hope this makes you see how blame tastes |
Well wait, wait, let me get this straight |
The child that I’ve created is debating the food I’ve got on my plate? |
Have you had the chance to taste the seasoning sprinkled about my thinking |
And reasoning for how I keep on keeping on? |
How you what? |
Keep on looking outside Mom for pleasure? |
How you keep on behind life’s beat by one measure? |
Not caring that you’re walking down a path of endless laughs |
Glad to be in last place, encased in the lower moral class? |
I don’t see how you can be content |
To be part of family history as an unsympathetic low-life of strife fueling you |
I’m not hearing you: you’re a man, I’m a man |
Go find yourself a woman and a piece of land |
Leave me to stand |
«You feel like a man? |
Huh? |
Maybe you could stop hating me to bring your mother |
back? |
Maybe we can start being father and son again now, huh?» |
«You ain’t my father.» |
Yeah I’ll leave you, but not to stand, cause you’re conceited |
Thinking the planet revolves around your way of thinking |
Sinking into the quicksand of drinking and fornicating |
It’s so amazing how many you love gets a plays in |
Is that what this is about? |
Yo, I love your mom, and I’ll love her till the day the universe breaks |
And the earthquakes take away all the birthdays |
On top of that, I’ve broken my back and succeeded |
And given my people everything my people needed |
In fact, the only thing to suffer from my selfishness was myself |
And my own mental health |
My bones, my heart, my pride, and my right to find my truth |
And the mistakes I didn’t get to make as a youth |
Yeah, you must be makin' up for the mistakes now |
Cause you’re making a whole hell of a lot of them |
Your pride needs to be swallowed down |
To the pits of digestion |
I’m guessing on my little brothers you don’t want to leave a good impression |
So I’m stressin' that I take responsibility for my actions |
And don’t run from 'em |
How can someone not respect a human prospect that comes from 'em |
This is not a form of disrespect: it is what it is |
I’m just trying to find the shadows that my travels happened to miss |
I’ll tell you what, when you’ve seen and smelled the scents I’ve been dealt |
When you wear the pants and the belt |
And when you finally find the patterns to yourself |
Maybe then and only then maybe then you can pretend to help |
But see, I’ve found my self-worth |
I’m trying to help you find yours |
I’ve trudged through this garden’s marksman |
And knee-high apple-cores parallel my face to the floor, day after day |
Until I made up in my mind that I was going to have to find my way |
I’m trying to say that I’ve been through a lot |
Maybe not as much as you |
But I probably didn’t take as much for me to wake up |
True indeed, you’re my father, but fathers also need counsel |
So take criticism, listen before givin', and swallow that mouthful |
Well the poison doesn’t flow that far from the flower |
You’ve got your own thorns to regret and be proud of |
I understand your questions, your skepticism and anger |
But sometimes there’s no right or wrong answer |
Well of course not! |
Cause in this life, change is the only constant |
I’m just trying to understand why you baby yourself in nonsense |
Check the content |
You’re a man, and I’m a man |
Go find a woman and a piece of land |
Leave me to stand |