I Stand Alone feat. Common and Patrick Stump

Sometimes we feel alone And 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, it's the state in step with every day meant And women, the rhythm of realness Still, I'm legend like Will Smith In the presence of the fake, I am a real gift Open it, hoping it will be something dope in it Movement of the people getting motion sick We ride on the highs and lows of it On the south side we got hosed for it Standing up like Rich Prior We give fire And inspire about the prospect of get higher Messiah on the throne Grew up around the stones Deranged, 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 test 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 parts 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 a boy some room Rose from the concrete Told you I would bloom Situation brought out the hero A little black thirteen year old The voice of the lord in my earlobe Telling me my purpose I can see a clear role Revolution in the execution of lyrics The spirit of Gil Scott, Marvin Gaye (Modern day saints) 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 Alone, alone, alone Alone, alone, 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.)