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Act III Scene 2
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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 meansTo all the kids short on loot But high on dreams To 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 voiceSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in lineI didn't vote for this state of affairs My emotional state's 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 Have me fighting back tears 'Cause the truth is really I'm scared Not scared of the truthBut just scared of the length You'll go to fight it I tried to hold my tongue Son, I tried to bite itI'm 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 landAnd 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 manSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in lineIf 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 bonesA 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 lawnYou should know that this example Could go on and on and what since Does it make to keep your ears to the street? As long as oil's in the soil, truth is never concreteSo 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 repeatSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in lineSo here's the plan The Ides of March are always at hand And when the power hungry strike They strike the poorest of manAnd if you dare put up a fight They'll come and fight for your land And they'll call it liberation or salvationA call to the youth, your freedom ain't so free It's just loose but the power of your voice Could redirect every truth Shift and shape the world you want And keep your fears in a nooseLet 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 fableI 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 doMy desire is to live within a nation on fire Where creative passions burn And raise the stakes ever higherWhere no person is addicted 'top some twisted supplier Who promotes the sort of freedom Sold to the highest buyerWe demand a truth naturally At one with the land Not a plant that photosynthesizes Bombs on demand Or a search for any weapons We let fall from our handsI got beats and a plan, I'm gonna 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 health care 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 head
Это интересно:Сол Стейси Уильямс (англ. Saul Stacey Williams) — американский писатель, актер и музыкант, известен своим стилем смешивания хип-хопа и поэзии в музыке. Также известен главной ролью в независимом фильме «Слэм».Уильямс родился в Ньюберге, Нью-Йорк. Он самый молодой из трех детей, у него есть две старших сестры. После окончания Колледжа Морхаус (Morehouse College), где он изучал философию, Сол переехал в... продолжение
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