| | 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 could redirect every truth. Shift
and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose. 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
is to live within a nation on fire, where creative passions burn and
raise the stakes ever higher. Where no person is addicted top 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 weapons we
let fall from our hands. I 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
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 nevermind, said the
shotgun to the head... |
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