Put your hands up high...

Put some soul in your feet
dance the stroll of the streets
the Harlem Renaissance beat
Apollo critical speech
the gritty flow of the East
laced with visions of peace
optimistically seek
pessimistic the least
is this world in defeat?
so many problems we keep
conflicting roots run deep
in our veins runs beef
where time's the only relief
to meet the changes we seek
and the strangers we meet
leading to meaningful marriages
foreshadow babies in carriages
one's depletion of arrogance
a hollowed ego
follow your hearts
and love thy people
so shout the sequel

Put your hands up high...

While we're lookin' for terriorists
Jimmy Hoffas and Elvises
we're rubbin' elbows
on this huge rock in space
basically fightin' for space
to call our own place
home sweet home with our own people
although we're all equal
some hate the sequel
preferred views of prejudice
racist mentalities: an impediment
when desperation sets in
it's clearly evident
some things are hard to handle
we're catchin' the breakin' news
on every channel
of the walkin' depressed
Alfred Hitchcock movie sets
is where we rest
caress significant others
blessin' celebate lovers
brothers and sisters adapt
with raps for change
to influence the map
it's such a relevant act

Put your hands up high...

For the people of the world today
trying to find their way

Put your hands up high...