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Act III Scene 2 (Shakespeare)

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

Songwriters

WILLIAMS, SAUL/DE LA ROCHA, ZACK/BECK, THAVIUS AJABUPublished by

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