Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On
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LA-SER
Kane is in the building
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on
[Verse 1:]
Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had?
Don't that shit there make you mad?
They treat you like a slave
Put chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back
They be lying through they teeth, hope you slip up off your path
I don't switch up, I just laugh, put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats, then get busy on they ass
See, that's how that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me
That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me
If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
Go in and put your hands up, when times is hard, you stand up
L-U-P the man, cuz, the brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us, they'll never slow my plans up
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on
[Verse 2:]
One in the air for the people ain't here
Two in the air for the father that's there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids that don't wanna be there
None for the niggas tryna hold them back
Five in the air for the teachers not scared
To tell those kids that's living in the ghetto
That the niggas holding back that the world is theirs
Yeah, yeah, the world is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world, now I'm on a world tour
I would give up everything, even start a world war
For these ghetto girls and boys I'm rapping round the world for
Africa to New York, Haiti, then I detour
Oakland out to Auckland, Gaza Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy, tell ‘em look at me, boy
I hope your son don't have a gun
And never be a d-boy
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on
[Verse 3:]
So no matter what you been through, no matter what you into
No matter what you see when you look outside your window
Brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down, you just lift your arms higher
Raise ‘em till your arms tired, let 'em know you here
That you struggling, surviving, that you gon' persevere
Yeah, ain't nobody leaving, nobody going home
Even if they turn the lights out, the show is going on
Kane is in the building
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on
[Verse 1:]
Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had?
Don't that shit there make you mad?
They treat you like a slave
Put chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back
They be lying through they teeth, hope you slip up off your path
I don't switch up, I just laugh, put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats, then get busy on they ass
See, that's how that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me
That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me
If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
Go in and put your hands up, when times is hard, you stand up
L-U-P the man, cuz, the brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us, they'll never slow my plans up
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on
[Verse 2:]
One in the air for the people ain't here
Two in the air for the father that's there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids that don't wanna be there
None for the niggas tryna hold them back
Five in the air for the teachers not scared
To tell those kids that's living in the ghetto
That the niggas holding back that the world is theirs
Yeah, yeah, the world is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world, now I'm on a world tour
I would give up everything, even start a world war
For these ghetto girls and boys I'm rapping round the world for
Africa to New York, Haiti, then I detour
Oakland out to Auckland, Gaza Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy, tell ‘em look at me, boy
I hope your son don't have a gun
And never be a d-boy
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up
The show goes on
[Verse 3:]
So no matter what you been through, no matter what you into
No matter what you see when you look outside your window
Brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down, you just lift your arms higher
Raise ‘em till your arms tired, let 'em know you here
That you struggling, surviving, that you gon' persevere
Yeah, ain't nobody leaving, nobody going home
Even if they turn the lights out, the show is going on
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