Believe in Your Self - Aceyalone

The year is 1994

I’ve been askin myself, «What you rhymin' for?»

Maybe to stop the wars, or feed the poor

Be a warrior for the cause, and that’s for sure

What a hard workin' man get when he lay down his hand

Just expendable label but you need your bread

Goddamn right!

Know they gonna work you 'til your dead

And you get the satisfaction of just doin' what they said

But instead, we tend to exercise our options

Make a new concoction;

don’t be boxed in

You wonder about the people who died for somethin' better

I studied they books, I read up on they letters

And I know what they talkin' about--it lasts forever

I can tell you about it;

it’ll be my pleasure

It’s a God-type-energy-to be-yourself movement

To do the right thing, go back with improvements

(Hook)

If you got to believe in somethin'

Why not believe in yourself

Lord knows we the ones to bury you young

But Lord knows exactly how you carry your tongue

And word sound is louder than a lightenin' drum

And what goes around comes around, and that’s the sum

Wish I could really live life for the moment

Not thinkin' about the future cuz I don’t own it

You set out to catch it every time they flaunt it

And you work hard to keep it cuz that’s what you wanted

Never caught in a pickle cuz we ain’t fickle

Icicles over your head, about to stick you

You can’t hide cuz you ain’t Dr. Jekyll

But you could come out shinin' like a brand new nickel

It’s the life we lead;

it’s the life they led

It’s what we say;

it’s what they said

With the background colorful with blues and reds

Who gets to starve to death and who gets fed

(Hook)

The year is 2004

I’ve been askin myself, «What you rhymin' for?»

Maybe to stop the wars, or feed the poor

Be a warrior for the cause, and that’s for sure

What a hard workin' man get just for tryin'

Buyin' in to the fame that keeps you flyin'

That Big Brother in the sky steadily lyin'

Hold on Love, you ain’t got to sit there cryin'

You got to manage through the damage that we already facin'

Know what your chasin', know why you’re racin'

You can’t keep the cell locked down in a basement

When they power is gone, they gonna need a replacement

Maintain uh, against the grain uh

Once you get the picture, you gonna want to get to know the Painter

Life is still good without a personal trainer, it’s a no-brainer

(Hook)