Stand Up

September 30, 2011
By , Oak Park, MI
Have you ever had the feeling
That you was be ing had?
Don’t that ish make you mad?
They treat you like a slave
Put chains all on your soul and
Whips up on your back
They be lying through they teeth
Hope you slip up off your path

I don’t switch up I jus laugh
Put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats
Then get busy on they butts
See that how that Chi-Town made me
That’s how my daddy raised me
That glittering may not be gold
Don’t let nobody play me

If you are my homeboy
You’ll never have to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times get hard, you stand up
So even if they ban us
They’ll never slow my plans up.





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