Stand Up

They double numbers they mamas promoting this here
The boys on the court playing basketball (basketball)
They baby fathers they rather be boys and that’s all
Blays Rd. Stand up! (uh)
Pre K Stand Up! (uh)
East Coast Stand Up! (uh)
You should
Come around my way
I’m from a place in Harlem
Where the streets they look like Africa
And the trees are in better condition than the homes so abandoned
P S 197
Where I study my academic stare run
And the books so worn and torn I can’t think
How they tried to cripple me Understood the lost side of me Thank god I had a good teacher on the side of me Showed me the right thangs to do Overcame these obstacles
Haters stand up for the things that we’ve been through ooh
Blays Rd. Stand up! (uh)
Pre K Stand Up! (uh)
East Coast Stand Up! (uh)
You should
Come around my way
Here we got these buildings called projects but they ain’t three stories
They fill about ten on the block april flow go up by twenty
Stories I tell be true story kids cut school and watch Maury
Like if they ain’t intelect in what’s affecting my life I can’t respect them
But that’s just they way of the ghetto
People who come from where I’m from get it But we still gotta make a difference
Stand up tall so the world can get it Teach kids pride insted of «Outside»
Show another side and they show gon’rise
Stop letting responsibilty fall
I can tell you ain’t been aroung my way at all
Why don’t you come around (way)
So you can see what my (way)
Eyes been seeing why (way)
Why don’t you come around
Where we need directions (way)
Respect in every lesson (way)
Way, why don’t you come around
My way (way) my way my way (way) my way (way)
Blays Rd. Stand up! (uh)
Pre K Stand Up! (uh)
East Coast Stand Up! (uh)
You should come around my way
You should come around
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