Get Up - SHAD

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