Lightwork Lyrics - Friend Of The People - Lupe Fiasco

I had a way then 

Losing it all on my own 

I had a heart then 

But the queen has been overthrown 

And I'm not sleeping now 

The dark is too hard to beat 

And I'm not keeping up 

The strength I need to push me 

You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone 

You shine it when I'm alone 

And so I tell myself that I'll be strong 

And dreaming when they're gone 

Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home 

Calling, calling, calling home 

You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone 

You shine it when I'm alone 

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So, what are you going to stand for? 

Dreads in the sky, I and I 

2 new Vans on a land for 

Take that back, make that 2 new shoes on the van floor 

Me and my band out on that road 

On a never-back-down-from-my-stance tour 

Touch more souls than a dance floor 

While they touch less floors than a hand or 

Ceiling fan or - wait, let me tell ya slower 

Lift my fans up to the ceiling 

And you'll never touch the floor 

Now if Noah need a rower 

I'll be there with my oar 

Til we get back to the shore 

Dad made me a soldier 

GI Joe to these Cobras 

Tryna FBI my Panther 

CIA my Sankofa 

Infiltrate my Carter 

Illuminate my culture 

While they watching through that buckle 

Photos 

But I stay up on my hustle 

Turn that belt back on they self 

Now I watch them scream for help 

Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids 

Uncover undercovers turn those maids to Bubba's mothers 

Take the hero out the Nino 

Keep it real as trouble trouble huh? 

Or maybe cartoon Martin on The Boondocks 

Flip the script on chicks who think their shit smells like perfume shops 

Help them girls find beauty 

Without a magazine or movie 

She Delilah with them .45s and Keisha with that Uzi 

Now I know that's contradiction 

Wants and needs in competition but 

It's hard to stay on point with such extremes in opposition 

While we waiting on that compromise 

Proceed with that conscious eye 

New gang alert: hashtag occupies 

Repper 'til the death of it 

FnF, what's left of me 

All my hate is for the fake recipes for wrestling 

Only time I wrestle's when I'm wrestling with settling 

Only way I settle if we wrestle over everything 

I know that don't mix like ecstasy and ketamine 

Funny how I'm only sick if you never catch a thing 

Argue with your friends over what really the record means 

Back and forth about its course, with professor's refereeing 

Why he so rebellious? Up-front with his realness? 

They wanna be fiascoes, reproduce his failures 

Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius 

This is more like Sparta: kick you down a well, kid 

And on my last check, I copped the NSX, just like Pharrell did 

Well did, better doings to come 

My only promise is I'll never ruin the young 

I'll never human the sung lyrics in a spirit that's 

Superhuman to some, keep you pursuing the sum of 

Slums, plus, get up out of them, plus, never forget 

Just where you from, plus 

Make sure you ballin' when you come back up in them, plus 

We don't die, multiply, every single come-up 

Rum-pum-pum-pum.