Get Up

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [x2] [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Hook]