Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chin Up, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Duppy Writer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Chin Up |
Fuel injection on a blank page |
My mental splurges and emerges from nothing |
I’m the forgotten |
The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom |
We don’t know him, we don’t owe him |
Poetic justice with no poem |
I study my art 'til I’m blue in the face |
No time to waste, my heart’s on the plate |
The soul and life force dancing on the timelines |
These ain’t rhymes no more, they’re straight sermons |
For urban suburban Babylonian contours |
Raw roll up raw, sounds of war |
To drown out the police and their tracking device |
Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice |
'Cause they transmit and receive |
Best know the beast will listen |
Throw your glitz as they strip your assets |
How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part |
In your own damn demise |
You money-grips need to get more wise |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Pursue it, pursue it |
My I-tal views come from this I-tal brew |
Something about these struggles and the things they do |
The peace-bringers, quote-key-quote singers |
That ring us for nothing in this marketplace |
Could be target grace, a new-tical movement |
Bringing an improvement to mind and soul |
Life’s a bitch, we tired of the bitching |
Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching |
How much money must we waste 'til we see |
Them self-made heroes that we make for ourself |
Goodbye old me, say hello to the new |
Please Lord Jesus, help me get through |
Can I be a man for my baby boo |
What’s a grown man supposing he to do |
When the world at large be scared of the truth |
I got good reason to be uncouth |
Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof |
And I really don’t got much nice to say |
When day-to-day is pure bills to pay |
So how am I supposed to change my ways |
When this world at large seems to lead me astray |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Pursue it, pursue it |
Transfixed by an apparent |
Will in the way |
To seize the day |
Accept us to social fray |
Most remember what the media push |
There goes the crooks who fiddle the books |
And run scot-free 'cause money reigns supreme |
In the gene of the fiends |
Chemical warfare |
Biological warfare |
The near is never seen |
Man and machine |
Getting into things |
While some claim road and some claim blame |
Oblivious to the time that we’re living in |
The misled mislead |
Afflicted by the greed |
Government man keep fighting down the weed |
While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone |
And use the taxpayer’s money to develop their clones |
Misinformation |
Mass sedation |
Nations baited for spiritual rapings |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it |
Pursue it, pursue it… |