K-pop Lyrics

Sometimes we feel alone
But alone ain’t always wrong

Alone in a crowded room
My mind made up like a powder room
I’m the sun giving the clouds some room
I shine shine like the hour noon
Tune is to stay in step with every day men
And women the rythym of the realness
Still I’m Legend like Will Smith
In the presence of the fake I am a real gift
Open it hopin' it'd be something dope in it
Movement of the people getting motion sick
We ride on the highs and lows of it
On the Southside we got hosed for it
Standing up like Rich Pryor
We get fire and inspire 'bout a prospect to get higher
Your sire on the throne grew up around the stones
The ranger so I stand alone

I’m flying high up in the sky
I will not run I will not hide
I stand alone I stand alone
I stand alone I stand alone
The only test is to survive
I will succeed I will not die
I stand alone I stand alone
I stand alone I stand alone

Success it is we blessed to live
Not just my kids want the best for his
Progression lives where the lessons is
I got my own God bless the kid
In the mid part of Babylon listening to Farrakhan
In the parks of Avalon Streets we would battle on
Got the good book in my carry-on
Life is a race I’m the marathon
Man on the moon give the boy some room
Rose from the concrete told you I would bloom
Situation brought out the hero
A little black 13-year-old
The voice of the Lord in my earlobe
Telling me my purpose I could see it clearer
Revolution in the execution of lyrics
Spirit of Gil Scott Marvin Gaye modern day I pray

I’m flying high up in the sky
I will not run I will not hide
I stand alone I stand alone
I stand alone I stand alone
The only test is to survive
I will succeed I will not die
I stand alone I stand alone
I stand alone I stand alone

I’m flying high up in the sky
I will not run I will not hide
I stand alone I stand alone
I stand alone I stand alone
The only test is to survive
I will succeed I will not die
I stand alone I stand alone
I stand alone I stand alone

The irresistible appeal of Black individuality
where has all of that gone?

The very people who blazed our path
to self-expression and pioneered a resolutely
distinct and individual voice have too
often succumbed to mind-numbing sameness
and been seduced by simply repeating what we hear
what somebody else said or thought and
not digging deep to learn what we think
or what we feel or what we believe

Now it is true that the genius of African
culture is surely its repetition
but the key to such repetition was that
new elements were added each go-round
Every round goes higher and higher
Something fresh popped off the page or jumped
from a rhythm that had been recycled through
the imagination of a writer or a musician
Each new installation bore the imprint
of our unquenchable thirst to say something of our own
in our own way in our own voice as best we could
The trends of the times be damned

Thank God we've still got musicians
and thinkers whose obsession with excellence
and whose hunger for greatness remind us
that we should all be unsatisfied with mimicking the popular
rather than mining the fertile veins of
creativity that God placed deep inside each of us