Move on

[Hook] Oh we've got to move on And your telling me to let go Oh we've got to move on And your telling me to let go Oh we've got to move on And your telling me to let go Oh we've got to move on And your telling me to let go [Verse 1] It starts with a dream and an inspiration The figment of your imagination, creation Lack of limitation Like Picasso you saw the image in your head And wanted to paint it Yeah you know that feeling that you get When a song that you like Is something that you can relate with Violent gangsters and the people that fake it Much like the doctors who wanted fame Gave the housewives a face-lift Scrap the crap image that was painted The younger generation sees the negativity and retains it Follow the wrong leaders That's where your guns should be aimed at But we shootin' each other Mothers killing brothers Brothers killing mothers How about in California, Biggie's last night FBI taped him behind his back but didn't save his life Should we give up without a fight Either that or decide what's wrong and what's right [Hook] [Verse 2] Now if it was up to me I would end it all right here This might be awhile Let me pull you up a chair