Saul Williams - Act III Scene 2 (Shakespeare) Lyrics

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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 means

To 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 voice

Spit 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 line

I 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 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

I'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 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

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Spit 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 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 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 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

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

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 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

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