Shad - Get Up lyrics
[Shad - Get Up lyrics]
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
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