[Chorus x2:]
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Alright, already the show goes on
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all night, till the morning we dream so long
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anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
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just remember when you come up
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the show goes on!
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[Verse 1:]
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Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had
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Don't that shit that make you mad
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They treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul,
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and put whips up on your back,
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they be lying through they teeth
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hope you slip up off your path
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I don't switch up I just laugh
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put my kicks up on they desk
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unaffected by they threats than get busy on they ass
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see that's how that Chi-Town made me
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That's how my daddy raised me
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that glittering may not be gold, don't let no body play me
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if you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
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Go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up
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L-U-P the man, cause a brand that the fans trust
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so even if they ban us they'll never slow my plans up!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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One in the air for the people that ain't here
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Two in the air for the father that's there
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Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
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Four for the kids who don't wanna be there
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None for the niggas trying to hold them back
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Five in the air for the teacher not scared to tell those kids thats living in the ghetto that the niggas holdin back that the World is theirs!
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Yeah yeah, the World is yours, I was once that little boy
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Terrified of the World
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Now I'm on a World tour
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I will give up everything, even start a world war
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for these ghettos girls and boys im rapping round' the World for!
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Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour, Oakland out to Auckland
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Gaza Strip to Detroit, say hip-hop only destroy
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tell em' look at me, boy!
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I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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So no matter what you been through
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no matter what you into
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no matter what you see when you look outside your window
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brown grass or green grass
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picket fence or barbed wire
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Never ever put them down
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you just lift your arms higher
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raise em till' your arms tired
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Let em' know you're there
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That you struggling and survivin' that you gonna persevere
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Yeah, ain't no body leavin, no body goin' home
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even if they turn the lights out the show is goin' on!
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[Chorus x2]
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The Show Goes On
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| Lupe Fiasco |
