Lupe Fiasco - Lightwork lyrics
[Lupe Fiasco - Lightwork lyrics]
I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then
But the queen has been overthrown
And I’m not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
And I’m not keeping up
The strength I need to push me
You show the lights that stop me
Turn to stone you shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Cause they're calling, calling
Calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me
Turn to stone you shine it when I'm alone
So, what are you going to stand for?
Dreads in the sky, I and I
2 new Vans on a land four take that back
Make that 2 new shoes on the van floor
Me and my band out on that road
On a never back down-from-my-stance tour
Yeah, touch more souls than a dance floor
While they touch less floors than a hand or
Ceiling fan or - wait, let me tell ya slower
Lift my fans up to the ceiling
And you'll never touch the floor
Woah, now if Noah need a rower
I'll be there with my oar till
We get back to the shore
Dad made me a soldier, GI Joe to these Cobras
Tryna FBI my Panther, CIA my Sankofa
Infiltrate my Carter, illuminate my culture
While they watching through that buckle
But, I stay up on my hustle
Turn that belt back on they self
Now I watch them scream for help
Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids
Uncover undercovers turn those maids
To Bubba's mothers
Take the hero out the Nino
Keep it real as trouble-trouble, huh?
Or maybe cartoon Martin on The Boondocks
Flip the script on chicks who think
Their shit smells like perfume shops
Help them girls find beauty without
A magazine or movie
She Delilah with them 45s or
Keisha with that Uzi
Now I know that's contradiction
Wants and needs in competition
But, it's hard to stay on point
With such extremes in opposition
While we waiting on that compromise
Proceed with that conscious eye
New gang alert: hashtag occupies
Repper 'til the death of me, FnF
What's left of me all my hate is for the
Fake recipes for wrestling
Only time I wrestle's when
I'm wrestling with settling
Only way I settle if
We wrestle over everything
I know that that don't mix
Like ecstasy and ketamine
Funny how I'm only sick if
You never catch a thing
Argue with your friends over what
Really the record means
Back and forth about it's course
With professors refereeing
Why he so rebellious? Up-front
With his realness? They wanna be fiascoes
Reproduce his failures
Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius
This is more like Sparta: kick
You down a well, kid
And on my last check, I copped the NSX
Just like Pharrell did
Well did, better doings to come
My only promise is I'll never ruin the young
I'll never human the sung lyrics
In a spirit that's superhuman to some
Keep you pursuing the sum of
Slums, plus, get up out of them, plus
Never forget just where you from, plus
Make sure that you're ballin'
When you come back up in
Them, plus, we don't die, multiply
Every single come-up, parum pa-pum-pum, yup
I had a heart then
But the queen has been overthrown
And I’m not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
And I’m not keeping up
The strength I need to push me
You show the lights that stop me
Turn to stone you shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Cause they're calling, calling
Calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me
Turn to stone you shine it when I'm alone
So, what are you going to stand for?
Dreads in the sky, I and I
2 new Vans on a land four take that back
Make that 2 new shoes on the van floor
Me and my band out on that road
On a never back down-from-my-stance tour
Yeah, touch more souls than a dance floor
While they touch less floors than a hand or
Ceiling fan or - wait, let me tell ya slower
Lift my fans up to the ceiling
And you'll never touch the floor
Woah, now if Noah need a rower
I'll be there with my oar till
We get back to the shore
Dad made me a soldier, GI Joe to these Cobras
Tryna FBI my Panther, CIA my Sankofa
Infiltrate my Carter, illuminate my culture
While they watching through that buckle
But, I stay up on my hustle
Turn that belt back on they self
Now I watch them scream for help
Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids
Uncover undercovers turn those maids
To Bubba's mothers
Take the hero out the Nino
Keep it real as trouble-trouble, huh?
Or maybe cartoon Martin on The Boondocks
Flip the script on chicks who think
Their shit smells like perfume shops
Help them girls find beauty without
A magazine or movie
She Delilah with them 45s or
Keisha with that Uzi
Now I know that's contradiction
Wants and needs in competition
But, it's hard to stay on point
With such extremes in opposition
While we waiting on that compromise
Proceed with that conscious eye
New gang alert: hashtag occupies
Repper 'til the death of me, FnF
What's left of me all my hate is for the
Fake recipes for wrestling
Only time I wrestle's when
I'm wrestling with settling
Only way I settle if
We wrestle over everything
I know that that don't mix
Like ecstasy and ketamine
Funny how I'm only sick if
You never catch a thing
Argue with your friends over what
Really the record means
Back and forth about it's course
With professors refereeing
Why he so rebellious? Up-front
With his realness? They wanna be fiascoes
Reproduce his failures
Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius
This is more like Sparta: kick
You down a well, kid
And on my last check, I copped the NSX
Just like Pharrell did
Well did, better doings to come
My only promise is I'll never ruin the young
I'll never human the sung lyrics
In a spirit that's superhuman to some
Keep you pursuing the sum of
Slums, plus, get up out of them, plus
Never forget just where you from, plus
Make sure that you're ballin'
When you come back up in
Them, plus, we don't die, multiply
Every single come-up, parum pa-pum-pum, yup