Rise lyrics


I know it's difficult, but
You know, the odds really are in our favor, man

Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The whole world 's changed, everybody's a stranger
These young dude's running around, saying they bangers
Quit the law bangers, the click and bang yah
And I done seen too many teens chasing their dreams
End up blood streaming, contaminated and feening
And now they leaning on words that he said
Or She said, we said, look at him, he dead
See, we ain't ever know Martin Luther the King
Most of us probably couldn't tell you much about his dream
We like Malcom X, cause Spike made a movie
With his arms strapped up with the AK's and uzzy's
So excuse me, You tryna connect to, a whole generation that's raised by gangsters
Who probably never knew pops, had 2Pac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how to roll a sticky drow
So if they wanna reach us with Jesus
They gotta do better than some screaming preachers
Cause homie, we don't believe ya, we've seen grandmas,
Raw bodies, cold knees with heels
So we're skeptical, it's easier to believe
That there's a Heaven for a thug than to mess with you
It's hard to rise

Listen to the melody
Because we're together

Aye, shout out to ninth wonder. No, you ain't gotta ask
We both on the same page like a paragraph
And all music, and the talking and discussion
But it seems the radio has got it fine in playin' substance
Listen, partner, they're lying to us, they're selling cars to us
They teach us how to be gang bangers and night shooters
I've been where you've been, seen what you've seen
Group up with old dawg, looking mean on the screen
But now it's the street dream, when Biggy was still breathing
And the cash ruled everything around me, creaming
Folks tryin' make the hood life a good life
While they in the 'burbs wishing us a good night
And some rappers teach us how to jam, check them
But I still haven't heard a song about being movie directors
We in your hood, man, we've been where you've been
Been stabbed, been shot, been up in the pen
Difference now is when we picked up the pen
And I articulate about how God has made us all better men
I'm a college graduate. There's some God fearing role models
With daughters who do not aspire to be pole riders
You are not what the media shows you
God made you and He rose for you
So you rise!

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