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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 seekin where Free speech is rare And realness gets kept less frequent than these secrets Share a couple stories Like a townhome 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 ppl feeling bored and strange If you don't feel at home in this conformist state Don't ignore the pain That's the lord that's sayin To you stand up King you were born to reign That's the war that's waged And the important thang Aint what youd die for Its what you live for today Get up even if they knock us down Letras de cancionesThey cant cant 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 walkmans (x2) Its hard to stand in a nation where the masses sit Idle and passionless Politics is polls In the papers all the facts are skipped Cant ascertain so the scholars place an asterix And stories on the stars to dumb down And distract us with We cant help but feel detached from this Capitalist confusin communion of coportate sponsors and advocates Where every actor is an activist But a movie cast wont 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 aint the same thing as getting involved We need to get up (chorus x2) Get a mic Get skill Get ice Get bills Get the life That you always wanted and then get killed Get slain Cuz the rappers that do Get fame Its 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 Cuz they wanna get respect Get cheques 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 im sayin Its messed, but we just might get some change if we get up (chorusX2) (Thanks to Fazijinn for these lyrics) From Letras Mania