Lyrics Up! - Promoe

Up!

I wake up, look out the window, see three feet of snow for real
Meter’s though — yo large, this beat is dope!
Get the pen and the pad and start writing a verse
Like i know the procedure, like this time ain’t the first
But it could be the last, gotta make the most of it
Hope my people forgive me, i know i’m so stubborn
Gotta quit fuckin around, death could come so sudden
Make you hate me some times, but all i want is more loving
I know what you thinking, but this ain’t another last song
Call it my first song, levitated to my first born’s baby mother
Ain’t no other — one life to live one love to give, i’m gon' give it on…
Up!
to my people’s revolutionary spirit
Turn it up — real life music, lose it when you hear it
Burn it up — babylon and sing along with the lyrics
One life, one love to give — i’m gon give it on…
Up!
to my people’s revolutionary spirit
Turn it up — real life music, lose it when you hear it
Burn it up — babylon and sing along with the lyrics
One life, one love to give…
I look up to another bright day, thinkin that i might stay
If it’s ok with the almighty
All knowing, all seeing, all forgiving
I hope cus I don’t know who’s right — guess it isn’t the pope
Guess it isn’t the point either, what i mean is
Jesus, do we really need our leaders?
Or do they need us, where do they lead us
Look at the riches of the world and they won’t even feed us
I say enough is enough and man nothing of nothing
Is nothing they huffin and puffin — they bluffin
They pushin the button i’m rushin their iunchin
And cussin their cousins and uncles and brothers
And mothers and lovers and others and…
Fuck it wasting my breath on them iniquity workers
When i need to step from this inner city circus
Fitttn perfect in then plan when it’s we that hurt us
Pressin down when the only way that’s really gonna work is
Selector lift it up and uplift, we’ve been stuffed enough shit
To make a sausage feel envious we must quit
We must stop, me must go — to get crops we must sow
Good seed, water it, shine a light — it a grow
But all them pesticides is genocides
Truths and rights i write through, mike booths — step inside
Render my heart and not my garment i’m pickin that part
Pick me apart with all your comments i’m beggin no pardons
Kickin back at the apartment watchin, plottin, startin, chargin…
And when the venom it stings all the gentlemen kings
The pendelum swings back and forth they pack a sword
Mightier than my pen to hack us all to pieces (again:)
Do we really need our leaders or do they need us
Where do they lead us?
i tell you down, down, down — well time’s…
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