Letras Act III Scene 2 (Shakespeare) - Saul Williams

Act III Scene 2 (Shakespeare)

This is a call out to all the youth\nIn the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships\nTo all the kids who download\nThis song for free by any means\nTo all the kids short on loot\nBut high on dreams\nTo all the kids watching T. V Like, «Yo, I wish that was me»\nAnd all the kids pressing rewind\nOn 'Let's Get Free', I hear you\nTo all the people\nWithin the sound of my voice\nSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined\nThe no ones, the nobodies, the last in line\nSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined\nThe no ones, the nobodies, the last in line\nI didn’t vote for this state of affairs\nMy emotional state’s got me prostrate\nFearing my fears\nIn all reality I’m under prepared\n'Cause I’m ready for war\nBut not sure if I’m ready to care\nAnd that’s why I’m under prepared\n'Cause I’m ready to fight but most fights\nHave me fighting back tears\n'Cause the truth is really I’m scared\nNot scared of the truth\nBut just scared of the length\nYou’ll go to fight it I tried to hold my tongue\nSon, I tried to bite it\nI’m not trying to start a riot or incite it\n'Cause Brutus is an honorable man\nIt’s just coincidence that oil men\nWould wage war on an oil rich land\nAnd this one goes out to my man\nTaking cover in the trenches\nWith a gun in his hand\nThen gets home and no one flinches\nWhen he can’t feed his fam\nBut Brutus is an honorable man\nSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined\nThe no ones, the nobodies, the last in line\nSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined\nThe no ones, the nobodies, the last in line\nIf you have tears prepare to shed them now\nFor you share the guilt of blood spilt\nIn accordance with the Dow Jones\nDow drops fresh crop skull and bones\nA machete in the heady, 'Hutu, Tutsi, Leone'\nAn 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\nYou should know that this example\nCould go on and on and what since\nDoes it make to keep your ears to the street?\nAs long as oil’s in the soil, truth is never concrete\nSo we dare to represent those with the barest of feet\n'Cause the laws to which we’re loyal, keep the soil deplete\nIt’s our job to not let history repeat\nSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined\nThe no ones, the nobodies, the last in line\nSpit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined\nThe no ones, the nobodies, the last in line\nSo here’s the plan\nThe Ides of March are always at hand\nAnd when the power hungry strike\nThey strike the poorest of man\nAnd if you dare put up a fight\nThey’ll come and fight for your land\nAnd they’ll call it liberation or salvation\nA call to the youth, your freedom ain’t so free\nIt’s just loose but the power of your voice\nCould redirect every truth\nShift and shape the world you want\nAnd keep your fears in a noose\nLet them dangle\nFrom a banner Star Spangled\nI’m willing and able\nTo lift my dreams up out of their cradle\nNurse and nurture my ideals\n'Til they’re much more than a fable\nI can be all I can be And do much more than I’m paid to And I won’t be a slave\nTo what authorities say do My desire is to live within a nation on fire\nWhere creative passions burn\nAnd raise the stakes ever higher\nWhere no person is addicted\n'top some twisted supplier\nWho promotes the sort of freedom\nSold to the highest buyer\nWe demand a truth naturally\nAt one with the land\nNot a plant that photosynthesizes\nBombs on demand\nOr a search for any weapons\nWe let fall from our hands\nI got beats and a plan, I’m gonna do what I can\nAnd what you do is question everything they say do Every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you\nIf they ask you to believe it, question whether it’s true\nIf they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?\nYou’re the one they’re asking to go carry a gun\nWarfare ain’t humanitarian, you’re scaring me, son\nWhy not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?\nWhy not fight for our own health care and our education?\nAnd instead, invest in that erasable lead\n'Cause their twisted propaganda can’t erase all the dead\nAnd the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads\nOr never mind, said the shotgun to the head