Songtext Stand up P.O.S.

Stand up

Lazerbeak, P.O.S.,
Doomtree.

Stand Up (yeah)
Stand Up

It's funny when a movement makes the mainstream but,
still don't do shit, but bruise a dream,
produce a new level of youth unseen,
and the truth is the kids are losing steam.
And to say it's a shame is to undermine it,
we're talking bout the most hated machine of all time its,
they're playing a game with most of our lives but,
in November who had the patience to stand in line.
It's plain insane, they'd come to realize it,
It's big pain, stalk a flock a sheep
Talk's cheap when I shock ya.
Used to want to street fight like Blanka,
now I just pray I don't lose my fuckin head like boss Tanaka.
rock a black bandana too tight,
Black man with the posture of a punk cast aside cuz I ain't white.
I'm patriotic like a fox, I hung my flag high,
but musta misunderstood when Beanie Sigel was like,
ayo, light that shit the fuck up
I aint white, and there's laws for that,
so I use color safe bleach at the laundrymat.
and deal with it, you see how my squad react,
we keep our hands warm with the damn patriot act.
We burn pages, matter a fact we burn back,
it was written as an outright attack.
See, you can't fight a feeling, I feel terrified,
there's a war against me, my friends, my fam, my pride,
my life, my job, my likes and like mindeds.
Folks are like pshh like they just don't mind it.
So I'm cool right,
they wag the dog we catch the lipstick.
What kinda city plumber thought that he could make these old and rusty pipes fit
Well they don't, I'm catching the drip
I'll practice holdin' my breath, then sink with the ship.

It goes?
Hands up if you're broken but find a way to stand up;
Give it up if you're hopin and never givin up (x3)

Stand up so we know who's here,
who wanna open the machine and rage against the gears?

C'mon
Hands up if you're broken but find a way to stand up;
Give it up if you're hopin and never givin up (x3)

Stand up so we know who's here,
who wanna open the machine and rage against the gears?