Revolution
 
Be a new voice of the revolution,
Not just a pawn of the institution,
Standing up strong against persecution,
Making more meaningful contributions.
Let’s unravel this convolution
Of justice that leads to more confusion
About what’s real and what’s illusion,
Come, be a part of the revolution.

 
Who am I to stand up against the face of power?
Who are you to tell me I’ve got to sit back down?
Who am I to question figures of authority and
Who are you to pull my feet back to the ground?

 
This is not a test.
This is not a drill.
This demonstration of lyrical skill
Flowing like a toxic spill
Growing like a landfill
With my tongue as my quill,
We will distill this will until
It fills our souls,
Tramples the traces
Of indifference from faces,
Filling empty spaces, seeking graces
From higher places.
 

Be a new voice of the revolution,
Not just a pawn of the institution,
Standing up strong against persecution,
Making more meaningful contributions.
Let’s unravel this convolution
Of justice that leads to more confusion
About what’s real and what’s illusion,
Come, be a part of the revolution.

  
Who am I to live a faith of radical justice?
Who are you live in fear instead of trust this?
Who am I to bring new life to a dying planet?
Who are you to carve your rules in slabs of granite?

This is not a dream.
This is not a joke.
This demonstration of collective will
Starting quiet, then growing shrill,
Like following Elijah up the hill
Once you have seen you cannot sit still.
Truth grabs your mind,
Where once, you were blind,
You see a new design,
Seek and you shall find,
But once found, won’t be left behind.

Be a new voice of the revolution,
Not just a pawn of the institution,
Standing up strong against persecution,
Making more meaningful contributions.
Let’s unravel this convolution
Of justice that leads to more confusion
About what’s real and what’s illusion,
Come, be a part of the revolution.

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