Promoe - Up! lyrics

I wake up, look out the window
See three feet of snow for real
Meter's though - yo large, this beat is dope!
Get the pen and the pad
And start writing a verse
Like i know the procedure
Like this time ain't the first
But it could be the last
Gotta make the most of it
Hope my people forgive me
I know i'm so stubborn
Gotta quit fuckin around
Death could come so sudden
Make you hate me some times
But all i want is more loving
I know what you thinking
But this ain't another last song
Call it my first song
Levitated to my first born's baby mother
Ain't no other - one life to
Live one love to give, i'm gon' give it on

Up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
Turn it up - real life music
Lose it when you hear it
Burn it up - babylon and
Sing along with the lyrics one life
One love to give - i'm gon give it on
Up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
Turn it up - real life music
Lose it when you hear it
Burn it up - babylon and
Sing along with the lyrics
One life, one love to give

I look up to another bright day
Thinkin that i might stay
If it's ok with the almighty
All knowing, all seeing, all forgiving
I hope cus I don't know who's right
- guess it isn't the pope
Guess it isn't the point either
What i mean is
Jesus, do we really need our leaders?
Or do they need us, where do they lead us
Look at the riches of the world
And they won't even feed us
I say enough is enough and
Man nothing of nothing
Is nothing they huffin and
Puffin - they bluffin
They pushin the button i'm
Rushin their iunchin
And cussin their cousins and
Uncles and brothers
And mothers and lovers and others and
Fuck it wasting my breath
On them iniquity workers
When i need to step from
This inner city circus
Fitttn perfect in then plan when
It's we that hurt us
Pressin down when the only way
That's really gonna work is

Selector lift it up and uplift
We've been stuffed enough shit
To make a sausage feel envious we must quit
We must stop
Me must go - to get crops we must sow
Good seed, water it
Shine a light - it a grow
But all them pesticides is genocides
Truths and rights i write through
Mike booths - step inside
Render my heart and not my
Garment i'm pickin that part
Pick me apart with all your
Comments i'm beggin no pardons
Kickin back at the apartment
Watchin, plottin, startin, chargin
And when the venom it stings
All the gentlemen kings
The pendelum swings back and forth
They pack a sword
Mightier than my pen to hack us all to pieces
(again:) do we really need our leaders
Or do they need us
Where do they lead us? i tell you down, down
Down - well time's

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