| Ain’t no stopping the calling, I’m a warrior scholar
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| With the pad and the pen or with the sword and the chopper
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| Look at how far I got if you lost I could guide you
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| In between two extremes like Safa and Marwa
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| In the desert like Bedouins in search of water
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| Except we’re thirsting for power up in the urban drama
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| Every day our sons and daughters are led to the slaughter
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| Indoctrinated by a complacent social order
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| Decapitated they’re trying to cut our jugular vain
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| That’s the sacred lifeline from the heart to the brain
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| Make us blind to mankind’s suffering pain
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| Ugliness worldwide that’s done in our name
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| So the only thing we’re seeing is what we can gain
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| Precious blood shed in vain and nothing is changed
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| Drugged up in the daze in a comfortable maze
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| Upscale slaves in luxury cages
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| But the weak keep crying and the innocent dying
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| And these are the times when the real freedom fighters gather ‘round
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| I said the cities catch fire and the flames grow higher
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| And the poor and the pious get inspired and decide to gather
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| ‘round
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| When the times get dire and the mighty are liars
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| And the righteous fighting for their life get organized and gather
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| ‘round
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| When the prophets are silenced and the tyrants are giants
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| And David sets his sights on Goliath and we finally gather
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| ‘round
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| Hostile environment locked in a conflict
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| Wandering lost in an impossible climate
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| Boxed in confinement democracy hostage
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| Bound for the towers monsters in the cockpit
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| Following blind unconscious accomplice
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| Judged by time indicted for our silence
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| Couple years ago I made a statement
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| Can’t figure a single Goddamn way to change it
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| As of late I made adjustments to my language
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| Numbers are the only thing the people gain strength in
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| If we’re going to change we got to step up our relations
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| Got to see our own selves in each other’s faces
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| Share each other’s spaces give each other room
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| And hear each other’s pain bare witness to the truth
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| And the ground gets holy when the ground is stood
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| And the goods may odd but the odds are good
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| «That is why I challenge you now to stand together. |
| Because together we’ve got
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| Power and we can make decisions.»
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| Justice…
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| Is somewhere in between reading sad poems and 40 ounces of gasoline crashing
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| Through windows
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| Justice…
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| Is between plans and action
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| Between writing letters to congressmen and clapping a captain
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| Between raising legal defense funds and putting a gun on the bailiff and taking
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| the
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| Judge captive
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| It is between prayer and fasting
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| Between burning and blasting
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| Freedom…
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| Is between the mind and the soul
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| It is between the lock and the load
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| Between the zeal of the young and the patience of the old
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| Freedom…
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| Is between the finger and the trigger
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| It is between the page and the pen
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| Between the grenade and the pin
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| Between righteous anger and keeping one in the chamber
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| So I say down with Goliath
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| I say down with Goliath
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| But we must learn, know, write, read
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| We must kick, bite, yell, scream
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| We must pray, fast, live, dream, fight, kill and die
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| Free |