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With war rising over the horizon |
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It's hard to start writing |
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Been fightin; in the belly of the titan, |
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Tying tourniquets tightened around the livin' but dyin' |
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My pen floods the pages while the children are crying |
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I want to put on an iron shirt, chase the devil out of earth |
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Spit until my tongue and saliva glands burst |
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But first I invoke the spirit of the long gone and coming back, through the song |
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I am one with that all-seein' being but |
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It seems as if we're being tricked into believing that which we think we believe in |
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Even if we disagree on who the best emcee is, |
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We bob to the beat as if we're nodding in agreement |
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I write to free the dumb, though freedom hasn't come |
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I let it ring to leave a message on my answering machine |
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I see a movement has begun |
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As soon as we become the true truth seekers |
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Down with this Babylon regime |
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To think you can die in the blink of an eye |
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I bid you to try to test I & I |
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Been destined to fly, but I'm restin' tonight |
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And one bright morning I will take flight |
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But until then, I'll be rockin' on the M |
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I see the future drippin' out of a pen |
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And if sleep be the cousin of death |
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Then every time I blink's one step closer to my last breath |
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They said talk is cheap, but war is expensive |
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I speak cuz it's free and these words are my weapons |
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Don't think for a second I will not question |
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US foreign policy, imperial aggression |
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Inventing war for the quenching of the thirst for the oil |
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'Cause money don't trickle down to workers who toil |
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You see, blood trickle down from the wounds to the soil |
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And broken antennas with aluminum foil be |
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Standing on televisions, transmitting propaganda of millionaire senators |
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And your so-called commander in chief, B, |
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I'm telling you the man is a thief, |
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In his hand he holds a plan to ban your freedom of speech, |
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To build a pipeline, put Afghanistan on a leash |
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When it bites back blame the Taliban for the breach |
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Of security in each and every first world country |
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Where life more distant if you're thirsty or hungry |
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To think you can die in the blink of an eye |
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I bid you to try to test I & I |
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Been destined to fly, but I'm restin' tonight |
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And one bright morning I will take flight |
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But until then, I'll be rockin' on the M |
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I see the future drippin' out of a pen |
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And if sleep be the cousin of death |
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Then every time I blink's one step closer to my last breath |
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America romanticizes the old war story |
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Heroes, ammos, guns, blood, guts, and glory |
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And no wonder the majority wants a war with Iraq |
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Even if only 15% know where it's at on a map |
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With our backs against a stockpile of weaponry |
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Enough to turn the earth into a memory, 'cept there'll be |
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No one to remember this planet |
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If it happens god damn it, if I get drafted today |
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I swear to God, Jah, Allah, and Yahweh |
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I'll toss the letter away and I'll pull a Cassius Clay, in the military |
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Minorities comprise the majority, |
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Surprised? are you kidding me? The lies! |
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Rely on brown bodies to fight for white puppet masters |
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I cannot fathom how the caged bird drinks |
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Until he thinks he is free |
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A critical mass |
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Between a heavenly future, and a hell of a past, now |
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To think you can die in the blink of an eye |
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I bid you to try to test I & I |
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Been destined to fly, but I'm restin' tonight |
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And one bright morning I will take flight |
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But until then, I'll be rockin' on the M |
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I see the future drippin' out of a pen |
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And if sleep be the cousin of death |
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Then every time I blink's one step closer to my last breath |
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Every time I blink's one step closer to my last |
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Every time I blink's one step closer to my last |
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Every time I blink's one step closer to my last |
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Every time I blink's one step closer to my last breath |
