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Act III Scene II (Shakespeare)

アーティスト:Saul Williams  アルバム:Saul Williams 

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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 All the kids watching TV 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 bone 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


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