| In the beginning there was hum
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| From a poet whose pulse fell
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| Drum drum drum!
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| He would perform prayers and all
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| Till one day he heard a voice call
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| Come come come!
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| Suspicious he moved with vicious caution
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| Dismisses, he thinks it’s a little off
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| People get held back
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| By the voice inside them
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| Yo
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| The voice said I’m poised to speak inside you
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| Rejoice and please let me invite you
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| To evil, greed and lies too
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| Yeah
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| Confused and dazed he moved in ways he soon became a kunni
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| Boom boom boom
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| And knock on his door his heart is no more
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| And knock on his door his soul is no more
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| Yeah
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| That was in the beginning
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| As the story goes on
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| So
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| The poet’s got a proposal
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| He would always hope but never know
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| What it feels to be free
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| He would be the frozen imposed as the chosen
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| All laws oppose him
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| But it would be greed
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| That’s got him there
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| He’s power hungry and proud too
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| People don’t care, people just scared
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| People don’t care, people just prayer
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| Yeah
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| That was in the beginning
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| There was a hum
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| And things change
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Say
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| It’s better to light a candle than to curse the dark
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| In the eyes of the youth there are question marks
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| Like freedom
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| Freedom for the mind and soul
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| We don’t see them
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| See them for their worth at all
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| That’s why we lead them
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| Lead them to these wars and what is it we feed them
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| Feed them our impurities and who it is we treat them
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| Treat them like the enemy humanity will need them
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| Need them like the blood we spill and we’re freedom
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| Freedom for the hearts we fill
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| Mislead them
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| They hunger for the love we give
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| But we cheat them
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| The cops beat them when all he wants is his freedom
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| So they defeat them
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| Whatever spirit he’s got
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| Beat him!
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| And they teach them that the rest of the world don’t need him
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| And he believes it’s a disease that he’s heathen
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| Put up your fists if all you want is freedom
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| Put up your fists if all you want is —
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| That was in the beginning
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| And things change
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah —
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| And we keep holding on
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| And we keep being strong
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| And we keep going on
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| And on and on and on
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| And we keep holding on
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| And we keep being strong
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| And we keep going on
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| And on and on and on |