Caught up in my thoughts, what’s really real and what is not
Critiquing fake-booty thots and toxic avengers who just lay down and rot
The ones that scream so loud that it starts to sound like screams are all they got
And real ones in real pain whose screams get drowned out by gunshots
And what do I got?
A wrong-headed sense of righteousness that I hope gets ladies hot?
Some expensive Japanese sneakers and coordinated socks?
Encyclopedic knowledge of battles against injustice fought?
It’s not my life that’s on the line, my blood don’t got to clot
But I still need you to pay attention while I tie myself in knots
While I rage against some machine and expose their racist plots
Partying hard for the right to fight of everyone who I am not
So when I sing ‘Get up, Stand up,’ it’s more to make the spot hot
No half-steppin, girl- get the fuck up and show the world what you got
We’ll burn shit down, don’t listen to the haters or Russian bots
It’s on us
We got to step up now, before things get any worse
I’m ready to throw my weight around—
But I do got to lose a couple of pounds first (lol)