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Subject: Lyr Add: The Show Goes On (Lupe Fiasco - rap)
Date: 27 Oct 10 - 12:40 PM

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Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On Lyrics

Lupe Fiasco


[CHORUS] Alright, already the show goes on.
Alright, till the morning we dream so long.
Anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun up,
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on!

Have you ever had the feeling
That you was being had?
Don't that sh-t make you mad?
They treat you like a slave,
With chains all on your soul,
And put whips up on your back.
They be lying through they teeth,
Hope you slip up off your path.
I don't switch up, I just laugh,
Put my kicks up on they desk,
Unaffected by they threats,
Then get busy on they ass.
See that's how that Chi-Town made me.
That's how my daddy raised me.
That glittering may not be gold.
Don't let nobody play me.
If you are my homeboy,
You never have to pay me.
Go on and put your hands up,
When times are hard you stand up.
L-U-P the man,
'Cause a brand that the fans trust.
So even if they ban us,
They'll never slow my plans up!

One in the air for the people that ain't here.
Two in the air for the father that's there.
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto.
Four for the kids who don't wanna be there.
None for the n-ggas trying to hold them back.
Five in the air for the teacher not scared
To tell those kids that's living in the ghetto,
That the n-ggas holdin' back, that the world is theirs!
Yeah, yeah, the world is yours.
I was once that little boy,
Terrified of the world.
Now I'm on a world tour.
I will give up everything,
Even start a world war,
For these ghetto girls and boys
I'm rapping 'round the world for!
Africa to New York,
Haiti, then I detour,
Oakland out to Auckland,
Gaza strip to Detroit.
Say hip-hop only destroy.
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun
And that would be a D-boy.

So no matter what you been through,
No matter what you into,
No matter what you see,
When you look outside your window,
Brown grass or green grass,
Picket fence or barbed wire,
Never ever put them down.
You just lift your arms higher.
Raise 'em till your arm's tired.
Let 'em know you're there,
That you struggling and survivin',
That you gonna persevere.
Yeah, ain't nobody leavin'.
Nobody goin' home.
Even if they turn the lights out,
The show is goin' on!

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