High Lyrics

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up high

Everyone's a gemini, two sides

Wanna live better lives, still killing guys

Helping suits gentrify, in their eyes

They tryna ride for the block

Say they miss the old block but keep fucking with the O block

Wondering why there's more cops and condos

Still coppin' glocks like Rambo

And slangin' bricks like Julius Randle

I get it life's a bitch, it's hard to handle

But we gotta dismantle shit that's ending lives

For in the night, we idolize violence

Disguised as struggle and pride, an excuse for those vices

Pain resides inside the eyes of the nicest

Never fell for those devices still never sheltered or protected

Introversion turned to introspection

Freshest on the tree, I'm the sum of every lesson

Four gens made sure I got the message

Before my adolescence

I've been standing

I've been standing

Stand up

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Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up

High

Stand up high

The ones who roof us rejoice when we be ruthless

Gave us lights but still we so clueless

That they're waiting for our demise

And I feel like, we been knew this

Despite that, we still shootin

Hundred years still using the Willie Lynch

Same black brothers along with every immigrant

Mama struggled with the rent, my brother was swimming in

Gratifying things

Didn't aspire for higher things til' forced with reflection

Others don't even make it to detention

Too busy searching for their vengeance

The cycle is vicious, but if it all finished

I don't even got to mention

Blue and red, the connection would be deadly

Yet we fight for land to dispense the fenti

Bourgeoi don't want my bracket to unify

So they let us die to lower the property

Fighting for our block but not doing it properly

Assimilation mistaken for restoration

This game we playing

This gang we clamin', the company name we lay in

We creating chaos for our part of the city

Helping them suits not lift a pinky

Curve your fingers, make a C like parentheses

Or the B just to be in the bottom bracket

Fuck the fact we ain't fighting back, we just tools

Helping them cleanse the pool of poverty

We offing G's for stolen property we call a colony

It's funny how history comes back around

Not fighting the ones tryna take us down

But now we sign treaties, nah I mean leases that keep us tied down

With our allegiance with the streets

Meaning some are trapped to trap Leading them to bleed or feed the fiends

No coming clean, yeah clutch the beam

If not get cut between the inseams of your cortex

Or protect your neck to deflect the next section of your life

But it aint gotta be do or die

So many Angels had to fly cause the good life is privatized

To the ones with pretty porcelain pores and Pacific coloured eyes

My mind won't wait and stand in line

My soul shines as I'm standing

As I'm standing

High

I been standing

High

I been standing

High

I been standing

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