So...
In the beginning, there was a hum
From a poet whose pulse fell,
DRUM DRUM DRUM.
He would perform prayers and all
'Til one day he heard a voice call,
"COME, COME, COME."
Suspicious, he moved with vicious caution.
Dismisses, he thinks he's a little off.
People get held back
By the voice inside 'em.
The voice said, "I'm poised to speak inside you.
Rejoice and please let me invite you
To evil, greed and lies too."
Confused and dazed, he moved in ways
And soon became a coon and
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
And 'knock' on his door,
His lord is no more.
And 'knock' on his door,
His soul is no more.
That was at the beginning.
As the story goes on...
So...
The poet's got a proposal,
He would always hope but never know
What it feels
To be free.
He would be the frozen;
Imposed as the chosen on all those opposing
But he would be greedy.
That's got him there;
He's power-hungry and proud too.
People don't care,
People just scared.
People don't care;
People, just pray.
That was at the beginning.
There was a hum,
And things change...
They say it's better to light a candle than to curse the dark.
In the eyes of the youth there are question marks
Like freedom.
Freedom for the mind and soul;
We don't see them.
See them for their worth at all;
That's why we lead 'em.
Lead 'em to these wars and what is it we feed 'em.
Feed 'em our impurities and who it is we treat 'em.
Treat 'em like the enemy;
Humanity will need 'em.
Need them like the blood we spill and where freedom?
Freedom for the hearts we fill;
We mislead 'em.
They hunger for the love we give
But we cheat them.
The cops beat him when all he wants is his freedom.
So they defeat him.
Whatever spirit he's got:
Beaten.
And they teach him the rest of the world don't need him.
And he believes it's a disease that he's heathen.
Put up your fists if all you want is freedom.
Put up your fists if all you want is...
That was in the beginning.
And things change...
And we keep holding on,
And we keep being strong.
And we keep going on
And on and on and on...
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