Three rappers deliver verses about authenticity, community loyalty, and staying true to yourself while the world tries to play you. They reference a worldwide tour from Oakland to Gaza to Haiti, with a chorus that repeats "the show goes on" as an anthem of resilience against violence and adversity.
That's how my daddy raised me.
That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me.
If you are my homeboy, you never have to play me. Go on and put your hands up. When times is hard, you stand up. L.U.P. the man, 'cause the brand that the fans trust. So even if they ban us, they'll never slow my plans up.
Already the show goes on. From the night to the morning, we dream so long. Anybody ever wonder when they would see us under test? Just remember when you come up. The show goes on.
Now I'm on a world tour. I will give up everything, even start a world war for these ghetto girls and boys I'm rapping 'round the world for.
Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour.
Oakland out to Oakland, Gaza Strip to Detroit.
Say hip-hop only destroy. Tell them look at me, boy.
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy.
So no matter what you've been through, no matter what you into, no matter what you see when you look outside your window, brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire, never ever put them down.
You just lift your arms higher, raise them to your arms fire. Let them know you here, that you struggling, surviving, that you gonna persevere. Yeah, ain't nobody leaving, nobody going home. Even if they turn the lights out, the show is going on.
All right, all right.
