Wake Up

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
get up, get up, get up, get up
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
get up, get up, get up, get up
if you are sleeping on the last, better listen
gangster of love, tie your dove in the kitchen
cooking a masterpiece, who got the spatula
hamming it up yo' smiling for the cameras
nothing to prove, imma force to be reckoned
vicious and seditious, roll with gangster bitches
never compare me to another, imma author with my own style
thugging on these silly dime a dozen
i’m just a diamond in a rough and the rugged
shinning from the pressure, love my imperfections
all of the money in the world couldn’t buy me
and your man, is there a parlor where you lie man
lady of grace, like Mary Magdalene
pussy makin' miracles, all the rest is average
huh, repeat the mantra on the daily
two words fuck you, two more pay me
fire in the sky, life’s a bitch and then you die
you gonna sit there, let it slid or you gonna
get up, get up, get up, get up
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
get up, get up, get up, get up
fire in the sky, life’s a bitch and then you die
you gonna sit there, let it slid or you gonna
get up, get up, get up, get up
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
get up, get up, get up, get up
now that you woke, pay attention
we public school kids learning real life lessons
while the rich get richer, the poor get poorer
they took our last name, put us in the slave corridors
a menace with my paper and my pencil
watch dog, i’m the one to blow the whistle
and i ain’t talking short, i’m talking bout real issues
like why two shorts still call women bitches
black and brown men in the pen and the millions
and why i can’t wear what i want, mind your business
them martyrs didn’t die for a mention
so i ain’t putting out no sex tape for attention
cause black and brown people in the south, they still itching
a women getting raped every 25 seconds
that’s why i ain’t afraid of these thugs
cause we live by the gun, so we die by the gun
fire in the sky, life’s a bitch and then you die
you gonna sit there, let it slid or you gonna
get up, get up, get up, get up
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
get up, get up, get up, get up
fire in the sky, life’s a bitch and then you die
you gonna sit there, let it slid or you gonna
get up, get up, get up, get up
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
get up, get up, get up, get up
i think this country was built on gangs
you know i think this country still is run on gangs
Republicans, Democrats, the police department, the FBI, the CIA
those are gangs, you know what i mean
the correctional officers
i had a correctional officer tell me straight up «we the biggest gang in New
York state»
straight up
so this whole country is built on gangs
we just have to not be so self destructive about it, organize you know