Lightwork

[Hook: Ellie Goulding] 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 [Verse: Lupe Fiasco] So, what are you going to stand for? Dreads in the sky, I and I, 2 new Vans on a land four 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 Yeah, 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 Woah, now if Noah need a rower I'll be there with my oar till 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, 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 or 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 me, 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 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 professors 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 that you're ballin' When you come back up in them, plus, we don't die, multiply Every single come-up, parum-pa-pum-pum, yup [Hook]