This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships To all the kids who download this song for free By any means To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams All the kids watching T.V. like, "Yo, I wish that was me" And all the kids pressing rewind on "Let's Get Free" I hear you To all the people within the sound of my voice
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
I didn't vote for this state of affairs My emotional state got me prostrate, fearing my fears In all reality I'm under prepared 'Cause I'm ready for war, but not sure if I'm ready to care And that's why I'm under prepared 'Cause I'm ready to fight But most fights got me fighting back tears 'Cause the truth is really I'm scared Not scared of the truth But just scared of the length you'll go to fight it I tried to hold my tongue, son, I tried to bite it Not trying to start a riot or incite it 'Cause Brutus is an honorable man It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land And this one goes out to my man Taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand Then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam But Brutus is an honorable man
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
If you have tears prepare to shed them now For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones A machete in the heady: Hutu, Tutsi, Leone An Afghani in a shanty, doodle dandy yank on An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma, come on Be ye bishop or pawn, in the streets or the lawn You should know that these example could go on and on and What sense it make to keep your ears to the street? Long as oil's in the soil, truth is never concrete So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet 'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let history repeat
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
So here's the plan The Ides of March are always at hand And when the power hungry strike They strike the poorest of man And if you dare put up a fight They'll come and fight for your land And they'll call it liberation or salvation A call to the youth Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose But the power of your voice can redirect any truth Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose And let them dangle from a banner star spangled I'm willing and able To lift my dreams up out of their cradle Nurse and nurture my ideals 'Til they're much more than a fable I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to And I won't be a slave to What authorities say do My desire - to live within a nation on fire Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher Where no person is addicted to some twisted supplier Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer We demand a truth naturally at one with the land Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand Or a search for any weapon we let fall from our hands I got beats and a plan I'm 'a do what I can
And what you do is question everything they say do Every goal, ideal or value they keep pushing on you If they ask you to believe it, question whether it's true If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you? You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun Warfare ain't humanitarian, you're scaring me, son Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation? Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education? And instead, invest in that erasable lead 'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads Or never mind, said the shotgun to the headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
