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I woke up early in the morning hoes blowing up my phoneAint no use for small talking when they know Im trynna bone, fuck em'I holla ?lata;? man right now my minds else whereMy moms healthcare, get her out this hell hereA lot of niggas fail, frail nigga wont prevail hereWe seen it all, man - niggas cant even spell ?scared?A fresh prince but yo my city ain't no Bel-AirFuck if you excel I'm worried bout' my welfareSo farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paidSoon as my doe straight I throw the wifey in some DolceAnd put some chains on my niggas like I own slavesI get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down on the niggas out there frontlin'nI hit the street and seem them boys out there locking up some older headssaid ?God damn homie hold your head? and hold your headI get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this wayAnd where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his wayAnd if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end thoughUntil the top if I climb my way, and tell 'em imma riseI'm on my - headin for the sky - I'm on my wayPaint a picture and show the deaf what its like to listenAnd speak the words and tell the blind man what he missingFor all my niggas doing time man up in prisonSongtexteThought you had to resort to crime man fuck the system!We raising babies up in Haiti where there aint no hopeAint no fathers don't take no scholarship to slang no dopePoliticians hollern' bout problems but I aint gon' voteKeep talking 'bout change til we floating in the same old boatSo tell me how I'm supposed to feel what the president spokeWhen he aint never had to struggle aint never been brokeAint even rode through the ghetto aint never been closeTrusting this government like trusting the devil in oathA rebel with quotes- I Get Up!-Lifestyles of the young, black and wrecklessA generation of niggas strapped and asking questionsLike, ?Tell me why I aint got shit?I let this liquors fill my liver with them toxics (as I sip)I get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this wayAnd where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his wayAnd if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end thoughUntil the top if I climb my way, and tell 'em imma riseI'm on my - headin for the sky - I'm on my wayTo all my niggas paper chasing I pray for your patienceJust keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cake'nTaking this shit one step at a timeThat real shit is stuck in my mindBut to that bullshit, I'm deaf and I'm blindDestined to shine, Imma find a wayCuz hey, damnit these jobs out here aint trynna pay, I prayGranted, 9 to5 is how you survive I aint trynna surviveIm trynna throw my momma in ridesImma provide for my seed I'm the soilI'll teach 'em bout loyaltyI'll teach him that his skin black like oil that's for royaltyI'll show him all the things that my pops was never showing meTreat him like a growing treeWith this poetry I get up!And show the sons how to lead not to followThe present is our gift but our seeds got tomorrowSo please niggas raise your kidsAnd hope them overcome that bullshit they dazed us withI blaze this shit and get upI get up, I see the clouds from my window, I pray the sun don't shine this wayAnd where I go is the wind blow, momma your son gon' find his wayAnd if I gotta crawl Imma make it to the end thoughUntil the top if I climb my way, and tell 'em imma riseI'm on my - headin for the sky - I'm on my way Aus Songtexte Mania