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