posted on Mar, 26 2011 @ 05:13 PM
I wrote this a while back and wanted to share it in lieu of what's going on the UK. Note: these lyrics do not advocate violence.
The Real Thing
So I’m back to my axiety,
Perhaps I should get back to xanax and pop the blue pills until I’m outa breath,
Or maybe look at it another way,
And say that my anxiety’s returned to me and pray that it will go away,
But yesterday I woke up with my back hurting,
Cursing this country that’s caused me nothing but hurt blurting,
Profanity yet keeping my mouth closed,
Rhymes occupying my time clouding up my state of mind,
Speech stuttering on the mic trying to flow it,
Feeling good while in pain like I’m a stoic,
And if I were going nuts I wouldn’t know or couldn’t show it,
Complacent with my life sitting hoping I won’t blow it,
Do you feel me? Are you similar in this in that,
We sit back with our feet up and don’t know how act,
Clueless of what we’re wanting just knowing what we don’t,
Knowing we won’t take action until a collapse then,
It’ll be too late so we can’t patiently wait,
Debating what we ain’t while bottling hate,
Time to step to the plate with bricks breaking the gate,
Taking away the power we’re entitled the day is today,
And was yesterday but we ain’t waiting no longer,
We’re committed, inspired, better, faster and stronger,
And more intelligent than ever no more blaming our fathers,
And mothers who either didn’t know or didn’t want to bother,
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And we’ll storm to the city with all the buildings,
Bringing everything we got time to start the real thing,
Let’s stop the preaching it’s time to let the steel sing,
So follow me to D.C. and we can start the real thing.
So this is my proposal you want to join?
And try and reclaim our rights, power, freedom and joy,
We got nothing to lose so let’s make some noise,
It’s time for us to play everybody bring your toys
And we’ll go to the city with everything we got,
Not stopping to pop the cops we’ll aim at the top,
And stop the convicts who instigating the plot,
Of rotting our brains and teaching freedom is not,
Something given by God but something we gotta keep,
By respecting the ones with guns lining the streets,
And if you disagree and think you’re someone above,
It’s to the ministry of love restrained in chains and cuffs,
Have you had enough or are you just too weak,
Do you see the truth and the future as bleak?
Are you really somebody who wants to be obsolete?
Or wanna rise to the occasion with the goal of defeat?
The choice is yours and mine’s as well,
Will we step up only time will tell,
But if you hear it from me in this rhyme then yell,
You can send us to heaven we’re trying to climb from hell!