Up! - Promoe

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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