The Show Goes On Lupe Fiasco
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This is a really simple song, let's hope i didn't screw up
Enjoy (if you're into it)
CHORUS
Alrig[G]ht, already the s[D]how goes on
alrig[Em]ht, till the morning we dr[D/B]eam so long
anyb[C]ody ever wonder, when t[D]hey would see the sun up
just [Am]remember when you come up
the s[D]how goes on!
VERSE 1
[G]Have you ever had the feeling that [D]you was being had
Dont that s[Em]h_t that make you mad
They t[D]reat you like a slave, with [C]chains all on your soul,
and put [D]whips up on your back, they be [C]lying through they teeth
hope you[D] slip up off your path
I dont s[G]witch up I just laugh
put my [D]kicks up on they desk
unaf[Em]fected by they threats than [D]get busy on they a_s
see thats h[C]ow that ChiTown made me
Thats ho[D]w my daddy raised me
that g[C]littering may not be gold, dont le[D]t no body play me
[G]if you are my homeboy, you [D]never have to pay me
Go [Em]on and put your hands up, when [D]times are hard you stand up
[C]L-U-P the man, cause a b[C]rand that the fans trust
so [C]even if they ban us theyll n[D]ever slow my plans up!
CHORUS
Alrig[G]ht, already the s[D]how goes on
alrig[Em]ht, till the morning we dr[D/B]eam so long
anyb[C]ody ever wonder, when t[D]hey would see the sun up
just [Am]remember when you come up
the s[D]how goes on!
*VOCALS ARE QUICK (TAKES SOME "FLOW" SKILLS)*
VERSE 2
[G]One in the air for the people that aint here
[D]Two in the air for the father thats there
[Em]Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
[D]Four for the kids who dont wanna be there
[C]None for the n-ggas trying to hold them back
[D]Five in the air for the teacher not scared to
[C]tell those kids thats living in the ghetto that the
[D]n-ggas holdin back that the World is theirs!
[G]Yeah yeah, the World is yours, [D]I was once that little boy
[Em]Terrified of the World
[D]Now Im on a World tour
[C]I will give up everything, [C]even start a world war
[C]for these ghetto girls and boys im r[D]apping roundâ?? the World for!
[G]Africa to New York, [D]Haiti then I detour, [Em]Oakland out to Auckland
[D]Gaza Strip to Detroit,
[C]say hip-hop only destroy
[D]tell em look at me, boy!
[C]i hope your son dont have a gun a[D]nd that would be a D-boy
CHORUS
Alrig[G]ht, already the s[D]how goes on
alrig[Em]ht, till the morning we dr[D/B]eam so long
anyb[C]ody ever wonder, when t[D]hey would see the sun up
just [Am]remember when you come up
the s[D]how goes on!
VERSE 3
So no [G]matter what you been through
no [D]matter what you into
no m[Em]atter what you see when you l[D]ook outside your window
[C]brown grass or green grass
[D]picket fence or barbed wire
[C]Never ever put them down
[D]you just lift your arms higher
[G]raise em till your arms tired
[D]Let em know youre there
That you [Em]struggling and survivin that you g[D]onna persevere
Yeah, [C]aint no body leavin, n[D]o body goin home
even i[C]f they turn the lights out the [D]show is goin on!
CHORUS
Alrig[G]ht, already the s[D]how goes on
alrig[Em]ht, till the morning we dr[D/B]eam so long
anyb[C]ody ever wonder, when t[D]hey would see the sun up
just [Am]remember when you come up
the s[D]how goes on!
NOW FADE or do whatever, i dont care
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