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I use to fight my brothers 'till I learned that's a tactic called 'divide & conquer' to keep us from getting stronger. So I fought the law until I saw their only pawns takin' orders from Big Brother, so I fought the government. Until I learned that the politicians are really working for the corporations.

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There's no future in the brotherhood of man, there's no future revolution.
What did the '60s accomplish?
Drove the government underground, now the CIA sells drugs to fund their secret wars.
Flood the streets with drugs & guns, sit back watch them kill everyone.
So what did the '60s get us?
Got Malcolm X, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther King killed.
Jails & violence: kill the leaders control the movement.
Cops did a drive-by on the Black Panthers, FBI killed Hampton in his sleep, they set up death squads to kill the Indians. The cops will shoot you in your back & call it self defense- legal homicide. The liberal news media calls it justified, just another damn lie.
There's no future in the brotherhood, no future revolution.
All we got today are yuppies & skin heads, like dumb & dumber.
Corporate America will pollute you to death. And if you complain they'll move to Asia or South America & kill you from overseas.
You can't stop greed, Congress has been bought & sold for a little bit of green.
There's no future in the brotherhood of man, there's no bloody revolution.
What's playin' on today's radio?
Bang, crash, baby baby, bang, crash ain't it gettin' hot in here, I love you baby baby.
And will the real Slim Shady just shut the fuck up? I don't give a shit about your girl troubles or your momma when another brother just died in my arms...you dig?
Brittany must strip & Janet Jackson had to show her tits just to sell some units, 'cause you can't make hits singin' 'bout stupid shit.
An' Thug Life what'd that get ya'? A prison stretch & death in the back of a limo?
So no there's no future, none at all.
There can't be brotherhood when we're fighting each other as Jesus taught the good Lord intended.
Blame God for your misery while the real enemy goes unchecked.
Drive-bys & school massacres it's all bullshit.
Bust your hump your whole life & what do you get?
Stand up for what you believe in & go to jail.
Fight the good fight they'll take your life.
So every morning I wake up screaming fuck the world.
Now they killed King & they shot X, they want me, you could be next.
'Cause the people won't stand up & protect their leaders.
So learn from the past & don't repeat it.
Tupac's dead & gone, left me here to sing this song.
Woke up screamin' fuck the world.
Now I use to fight my brothers 'till I learned that's a tactic called 'divide & conquer'
to keep us from getting stronger.
So I fought the law until I saw their only pawns takin' orders from Big Brother, so I fought the government. Until I learned that the politicians are really working for the corporations.
Know your enemy. So now I fight CEOs, generals & robber barons, the corporate elite who bought the government, brainwashed education, destroyed paradise to create military waste.
So I drop science every chance I get, direct & indirect.
Woke up screamin' fuck the world. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it, you felt it your whole life, there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, like a splinter in your mind driving you mad. It's all around us, even now, you can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes, it is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth...you are a slave. Like everyone else you were born into bondage, born into a prison which you can't smell or taste or touch, a prison for your mind. A slave to a system, you can't see the master so no one will listen.

 

Whether you call it the world financial structure, the U.S. culture of waste, or the ability of the common man to make a decent living, the system is broken. It's time for the common man to go on strike. Join or support the March on Washingon (more...)
 

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