Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up, artist - SHAD.
Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Song language: English
Get Up |
Before I take a mic, take a break beat or a break to write |
Break me down Lord please and shape my life |
We need leaders, these elitists got nothing to teach us |
By they strength, our children need to see Jesus in their weakness |
And keep seeking where free speech is rare |
And realness gets kept less frequent than these secrets, share |
A couple stories like a town home or brownstone |
Over loud phones about my hang ups and dial tones |
Swim in heaven and at worst you get drowned toe’d |
Down to the place where the clouds roam |
So we get up, all my people feeling bored and strange |
If you don’t feel at home in this conformist state |
Then don’t ignore the pain, that’s the Lord that’s saying |
To you, «Stand up king, you were born to reign» |
That’s the war that’s waged and the important thing |
Ain’t what you’d die for, it’s what you live for today |
We need to |
Get up |
Even if they knock us down |
They can’t can’t stop us, smile right back at 'em |
Laugh and then get up |
Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers |
So make 'em blast that in their Walk Mans |
It’s hard to stand in a nation where the masses sit idle and passionless |
Politics is polls, in the papers all the facts are skipped |
Can’t ascertain so the scholars place an asterisk |
And stories on the stars to dumb down and distract us with |
We can’t help but feel detached from this capitalist |
Confusing communion of corporate sponsors and advocates |
Where every actor is an activist |
But a movie cast won’t fix these broken homes full of fractured kids |
Aren’t broken bones you can wrap up quick |
Folks trying to master this game that I call money for masochists |
Where if you wanna make a cut, gotta match their risk |
Dig in your pockets, not for cash but to slash your wrists |
And fashion’s just a game of who can follow fads fastest |
Wish some kind of miraculous world change can happen quick |
But these problems don’t take seconds to solve |
And getting mad ain’t the same thing as getting involved |
We need to |
Get a mic, get skill, get ice, get bills |
Get the life that you always wanted and then get killed |
Get slain, cause the rappers that do get fame |
Is insane, all they talk about is who should get blamed |
Young brothers get steel before they get aim |
And they wanna get it pulled before they get trained |
Cause they wanna get respect, get checks, get dames |
Things we all wanna get but end up getting drained |
Trying to get 'em, we get stressed and we get strained |
We don’t all get the ghetto but we all get pain |
Before I get to the refrain, I hope you get what I’m saying |
It’s messed, but we just might get some change if we |