It ain't always gonna be peachy baby
You know this time they're shaking your tree
Sometimes your best friend can be the worst
Gonna be the one to stab you in back
You know I had it myself
Waiting for hours on the corner too
Watching the cars go by and no ones stopping for you
It's time to wise up
Mama won't you rise up
Out of the muck and the mud
Far from the bad in your blood
Wont you wise up
Mama won't you rise up
Out of the twisted webs that you wove
Hanging by a thread and waiting for a storm to blow
Better the devil you know than the devil you don't
You squeeze the trigger when the well runs dry
And there ain't nobody gonna stop you to get down to the water
You got blisters on your toes and thorns in your side
Its a long long road and rocky landscape to ride
Flying your flag with the lies that hate
Lost the love on your side frustrated and so so tired
Wise up
Brotha won't you rise up
Out of the muck and the mud
Far from the bad in your blood
Wise up
Brotha won't you rise up
Out of the muck and the mud
Let go of the battles you lost and you won
Oh oh oh
