J. COLE

J. COLE - I Get Up

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I woke up early in the mornin' hoes blowin up my phone

Ain't use to small talkin' when they know I'm Tryna bone, Fuck em'

I'll holla later man, right now my mind else where

My moms health care get her out this hell here Alot of niggas fail, but frail niggas won't prevail here

We seen it all man niggas can't even spell scared A fresh prince but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air

Fuck if you would sell, I'm worried bout my welfare

So farewell to them broke days and bonjour to the most paid

Soon as my dough straight I throw the wifey in some dolce and put some chains on my niggas like own slaves

I get up look out the window hope the sun shining down on a nigga outhere front lining

I hit the streets and see them boys out here locking up some older head

So god damn homey hold ya head (And hold ya head)

I get up

I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma ya son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though Up to the top if climb my way

And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...

Headed for the sky I'm on my way

Paint a picture and show the deaf what it's like to listen

And speak the words and tell a blind man what he missin'

For all my niggas doin' time man up in prison Thought you had to resort to crime man fuck the system

We raisin' babies up in hades where it ain't' no hope

Ain't no fathers don't take no scholarship to slang no dope

Politicians hollerin' bout' problems but I ain't gon' vote

He talk bout change still we floatin' in the same ol' boat

So tell me how I'm suppose to feel when the president spoke

When he ain't neva had to struggle ain't neva been broke

Ain't even roll through the ghetto ain't neva been close

Trustin' this government like trustin' the devil in oath

A rebel with quotes

I get up

Life style of the young black and reckless

A generation of niggas strapped and askin' questions

Like tell me why ain't got shit

I let this liquor fill my liver with them toxic

As I sip

I get up

I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma ya son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though Up to the top if climb my way

And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...

Headed for the sky I'm on my way

Yeah

To all my niggas paper chasin'

I pray for your patience

Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cakin'

Takin' this shit one step at a time

That real shit is stuck in my mind but to that bullshit I'm deaf and I'm blind

Destined to shine I'm a find a way

Cause hey

Dammit them jobs outthere ain't tryna pay

I pray

Granted 9 to 5 is how you survive

I ain't tryna survive, I'm tryna throw my momma in rides

I'm a provide for my seed I'm the soil

I teach em' bout' loyalty

I teach em' that his skin black like oil that's for royalty

I show em' all the things that my pops was neva showin' me

Treat em' like a growin' tree with this poetry

I get up

And show the sons how to lead not to follow

The present is our gift but our seeds got tommorow

So please niggas raise your kids

And help em' overcome that bull shit they daze us with

I blaze the shit

I get up

I see the clouds from my window

I pray the sun gon' shine this way

And where I go as the wind blow

Momma ya son gon' find his way

And if I gotta crawl I'm a make to the end though Up to the top if climb my way

And tell em' I'm a rise I'm on my...

Headed for the sky I'm on my way

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