Lately Ive been in a life like limbo
Looking out of a smudged up window
Were not sure where our lives are going
Friends, its summer outside but yet were snowed in
Dont know where our next dollars coming from
Living the life of a poor musician
Headliners strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
Cutting brothers hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasnt for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best of me
Now I pray for God to invest in me
My dignity, invest his glory
Give me the strength so I can finnish the story
Keep on searching for the right way to go out
Coz going out is what its all about
Huh! You cant be passive, gotta be active
Cant go with what looks attractive
Gotta learn all I can while Im able
Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables
When we get our chance
To make a good living of the music we program
We dont sell out just to be sold out
Brothers and sisters, do you know what Im yapping about?
Coz if they take away our contract
We still got talent and we still got contacts
Coz were worked real hard to get this far
Were catching the bus before we bought the car
Ya see!
CHORUS
Give a man a fish, and hell eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and hell eat forever 2x
Got to get political
Political I gotta get
Grown but cant hold my own
So this government needs to be overthrown
Brothers with the AKs and the 9 MMs
Need to learn how to correctly shootem
Save those rounds for a revolution
Poor whites and blacks bumrushing the system
But I tell you Aint no room for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own the coppers
So you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
Youll never get out without much discipline
Raise your fist but also raise your children
So when you die the movement moves on
Coz with revolution, aint no future in front o yall
Haha! Direct your anger, love
Nothings ever built on hate, instead love
Love your life, tackle the government
The spooks that break down the door are heaven sent
And my phrase went…
CHORUS 2x
Alright!
Rhythm makes you move your body, rhythm makes you move your mind
Rhythm makes your elbows groove, rhythm makes that behind move
Rhythm makes the people move, rhythm makes you want to move
Rhythm makes your mind soothe, next stop is Jerusalem