
Wake up Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2017
Lyrics
Y'all don't give a fuck, but I give fuck, yo, it's time to wake the people up hol' up
The system isn't broken it was made this way
Ironically preachin freedom to a country of slaves
The veil over your eyes becomes a part of your brain
Control your mind, stay in line or they might put you away
And you can blame it on my melanin, I wanna be great
To you it validates the hell I'm in, gives reason to hate
You can say it's destiny that my dreams I create
But manifesting is a gift, I know my Gods can relate
You see, we've prayed to this date for small advances toward a bigger mission
Relinquish power to whoever can fulfill our wishes
The truth about religion it's filled with contradictions
Distract the masses, separate us, man they willie lynchin
Open your eye
See the lies, no surprise
It's the devil's disguise
History's reprise, but y'all don't read no mo'
If it's a meme, you believe, you don't look up info
Nah
Ain't nobody got time for that
Too busy in the rat race, master's maze, you know, the trap
Listening to rap; plannin how to get swiss
What's the plan, homie? Sell drugs? Go strip
Cop a new whip. Be OG in the hood
Big fish little pond, yea, it's all to the good
Meanwhile yo people dyin
Fuck it, Floss on them rims
Make it rain on them hoes
You ain't bout feedin your kin
I'm teaching ways we can win
It's motivated meditation
My goal? Lift my sista's to a higha place and
There's more to life than clubs, drugs, and niggas penetration
I'm talking about elevation
We facin a crisis of culture
You know, my bros gettin killed
For being too dark, too black
Just keepin it real
We all know the deal
But some a y'all still asleep
Like privilege ain't real
You ain't oppressing the weak
But every day of the week
You make another man rich
They play golf, you serve fries
Ain't yo life a bitch
So whatchu gone do
Bar b que or mildew
You gone keep prayin on shit
Or you gone bust you a move
I tap them Young MCs
They be sayin why botha
You neva had no chance
You neva had no father
That's a tough pill to swallow
It just made push harder
Went through death and resurrection, shit, I'm something like a martyr
I'm dyin on the cross, but the phoenix shall rise
Too many people lost
It's time to open they eyes
I ain't tryna floss
I'm just tryna survive
On my John Travolta (Ha ha) stayin alive
Who else gone be there while the people go through it
Who gone stand up and speak for we all fall to ruin
Is it little ol' me who gone show and gone prove it
It's a fucked up job, but somebody gotta do it
You thought we blew it, a prophet brings a new gospel
Lady Jesus has arrived with her Apostles
Catholic, Baptist, Jews, Pentecostal
Mormons, Muslims, don't forget the Rastas
It's not hostile; it's nothin but love
I'm tryna spread peace
You tryna hate and to judge
That's the j o b of the one up above
And I bet Goddess ain't what you thought she was
What happened to Tribe called Quest like We the People
What happened to Fight the Power?
Guess they ain't Trump the Beatles
Since when did speaking ya mind become something illegal
Do you get the message? We were created equal
Now, don't group think try to use your own head
I'm tryin not to end up dead
Ha-ha-ha-ha
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how we keep on getting dumber
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how we keep on getting dumber