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his story lesson
04:28
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a wise woman once said that:
"you can not lift the world at all when half of it is kept so small"
don't ignore what she said, internalize it instead
erase the blackboard and dig down to the bloodshed
our brains were whitewashed with white chalk and white lies
we're taught being 'happy' is just about getting by
at the expense of others, 'getting by' ain't enough for me
if we can't live like brothers, then life is just agony
at the expense of others, at the expense of ourselves
your history lesson, your history lesson
a wise woman once said that:
"you can not lift the world at all when half of it is kept so small"
don't ignore what she said, internalize it instead
you can not lift the world...
your mind was whitewashed
my mind was whitewashed
I would rather be 'brainwashed'
at least we'd be clean...
at least we'd be clean...
brainwashed.
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jon's favorite word
03:04
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take me by the hand
take me to the promised land
you see it slipping like sand
through our hands
but you remember every word
words to me are far away
your words return to haunt me
I feel them pushing at me
the simple things I can't ignore
but jon's favorite words ain't 'even the score'
so evermore I'll push forward
but I can't, if He won't
so I know, that I can
everyone needs someone
and I must be more than someone
and I know you must have felt
the loneliness we all endure
but I'm not sure if endurance is the word
and anymore I'm not so sure
it's something that I have
but I know, it will come
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sleepwalk
02:52
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My friend is part of the new '90s breed
Unaware he's a member of a certain creed
A man with no flaws that he knows how to find
A self-styled non-racist in his own mind...
A self-appointed servant with self-serving ideals
Sleepwalking through his life, unaware
Conditioned to the benefits
Proud member of a nation
On the ashes of a prior civilization
Never seeing his role in the decimation
Never seeing his role, assimilation
Never seeing his role, declaring, 'progress, son'
His explanation, declaring 'progression'
His explanation
I can see the hate that hides behind those eyes
And I can see the pain that lurks beneath that smile
I can feel the pain because I have known the same
And I can see that nothing, nothing is to gain!
So what's it get? All of our pomp and glory?
A lifetime spent playing the role of a category
Our roles defined like products on an assembly line
But who's to judge? When we (including me) won't budge?
I challenge. I challenge the lies.
I challenge. I challenge the lies.
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martyr's kiss
04:20
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Dirty fingers, and I'm choking
Down to the bottom of the well
Bury me because I'll be free
Trapped at the bottom of a well
She saw the garden, she read her name
She bounced the boyhood Master upon her knee
So your sticks and stones, 'they'll never hurt me'
Because your sticks and stones have made her free
Blessed with beauty, Blessed above all
Blessed with words, destined to fall
She took off her veil, stood before all
Blessed with beauty, Blessed to fall
We saw the garden, we read our names
She bounced the boyhood Master upon her knee
So your sticks and stones, they'll never hurt me
Because your sticks and stones have made her free
with your dirty fingers, drop me down, down, down
which one of you? which one of you? step forward
which one will give me to drink from the cup?
I want to kiss the hand of my killer, I want to kiss your hand
down, down, down, bury me
NOW I'M FREE.
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she looks up at the clouds overhead
he fights his war, inside his head
she tried her best to beat back the wind
so what he did, he cut off her hands
Indian from the North, casualty of war
he would have known he can never (truly) win
each age we cry out and we beg to be saved
each sage who comes down to
is always condemned to the flames
culture after culture, age after age
white European culture over every culture
for 500 years
'culture'? it's got you
we have no culture
how much freedom is bought with killing sprees?
how much freedom is bought with car bombings?
how many babies blown to smithereens?
how many mothers denied fertility?
how much freedom? and whose freedom?
until we serve each other we're not free
until we live like brothers and sisters
we're not free
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burden
04:14
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this ragged umbrella no longer shelters me
from the lonely eyes and cries of worldly lunacy
this tightrope circus line strangles me
bordering, teetering, on insanity
and I carried a burden. didn't beg for release.
I didn't blueprint these prison grounds but
they were constructed by me
they carried a burden. didn't beg for release.
witness to unspeakable horrors compared to our lives of ease
nails in His hands.
a 100 pound chain 'round His neck
An arrow to the foot
Or gunned by Armenian men
carried our burden, yet we ignore it
we choose not to think about it
it unnerves us
carried your burden
of your dusty-dime, forgotten self
buried your costume, and your head
we choose not to think about it
it unnerves you
in 1492, Christopher-come-to-boss-us
In 1972, COINTELPRO to toss us
into the dust, the heap of the depraved
they hand us the shovels to dig our graves
how can we live as we truly are? (As One)
can we erase his story's scars?
if we don't know the lessons our past has to teach us
then we are doomed, doomed to repeat it
reshuffle the heroes and villains that control our minds
you see it's like a picture, the negative reverses
if they're our 'founding fathers' than we're all bastard sons
bastard sons, and daughters, of those same 'founding fathers'
"so what's your plan to save your ass from the 9-to-5 scam?"
you mean the 9-to-5 jail, the 9-to-5?
"what's your plan?" asked my friend. "to save your ass?"
I don't have a plan! And I just don't know!
what's your plan?
how heavy is your burden?
what's your plan to save your ass?
how heavy is it?
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