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Sunstep
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Hip-Hop
Sunstep was released on August 19, 2003 by Gotee Records as a part of the album Backbreakanomics
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Release DateAugust 19, 2003
LabelGotee Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mars Ill
Mars Ill
Performer
Greg Owens
Greg Owens
Lead Vocals

Lyrics

It's a common theme, the world is monotone and mean
It's grown into a full blown bag of bones
That holds reserves of self-esteem
And it's worse to melt the dream away
With nothing there to replace it with
Smash hopes that they heal
And when it peels away, it's faith that's stripped
The pace is trip the walk and talk is cheap but still in stock
Public outrage screams for justice, looting shops and killing cops
The wheels can't stop because it's
Downhill and the music's up too loud
Fingers plug the ears, now shouts ring out and reason's not allowed
Believers got too proud cause we held the magic backstage passes
Now they act like fascists blocking all the gates to heavenly access
And that's just when the package has no doorstep left to land on
Blacklisted seekers wander wondering what it means to be transformed
They can't see because the pastor's lingo wasn't made for their people
White collar congregation makes contributions to his ego
And it's evil and it hurts and it tears us all apart
And I swear a man can blind you with the blackness in his heart
The shattered parts of speech are hard to reach in times of need
The cuts are deep but I can't bleed unless I think it helps you see
I'll stand against oppression although they claim it sets me free
Cause even when I'm speaking life I know that death is deaf to me
Gathering together where the sky meets the basement
Gotta make the world a better place we can take it
Face to the sunrise, feet to the pavement
Walk everybody just walk, walk
Go for the uprise, huddle in the playground
Cuddle the women and kids, tell them to stay down
Fellowship with anybody willing to work
Then celebrate a land between heaven and earth
Catalog the converts, carry cross for the crippled
Bury every soul that falls anywhere inside the middle
Bang your head against the backdrop, block out the bad thoughts
Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blastoff
I want to be a better man
I want to strip the flesh from the spirit
I want to write the songs that people
Sing that inspire them to be fearless
Never changing my appearance for moments edited and altered
Full of awkward things to say today for the lucky seventh caller
I've considered every offer on its merits before I refused it
And that's mainly on the basis of their generic brand of two-cents
If there's land beneath the cruise ship
Then it's time to rock the boat
If your label is a nuisance, then it's time to let them go
If it's time for execution, make sure to protect your throat
If you're losing your grip, hold tight to the end of the rope
If you're broken and you're broke, take
A breath and count your blessings slow
It's feast or famine, sometimes you starve, sometimes you choke
Sometimes you think, sometimes you know
Sometimes you pay, sometimes you owe
Sometimes it burns a hole inside but you're too proud to let it show
Reap or sow, keep breathing slow
Because we need to know the difference
There's a time to walk in the sun but
There's a time to keep your distance
Gathering together where the sky meets the basement
Gotta make the world a better place we can take it
Face to the sunrise, feet to the pavement
Walk everybody just walk, walk
Written by: Greg Owens, Nathan Corrona
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