Luyện nghe bài hát Act III Scene 2

This is a call out to all the
In the ghettos, suburbs, villages,
To all the who download
This song for free by any

To all the short on loot
But high on
To all the kids T.V
Like, "Yo, I wish was me"

And all the kids pressing
On Get Free', I hear you
To all the
Within the sound of my

for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

I didn't vote for this state of
My state's got me prostrate
my fears
In all reality I'm prepared

I'm ready for war
But not sure if I'm ready to
And that's why I'm under

'Cause I'm to fight but most fights
Have me fighting tears
'Cause the truth is I'm scared
Not scared of the

But just of the length
You'll go to it
I to hold my tongue
Son, I to bite it

I'm not to start a riot or incite it
Brutus is an honorable man
It's just coincidence oil men
Would wage war on an oil land

And one goes out to my man
Taking in the trenches
a gun in his hand
Then gets home and no one
he can't feed his fam
But is an honorable man

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in
for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

If you have tears prepare to shed now
For you share the guilt of blood
In accordance the Dow Jones
Dow drops crop skull and bones

A machete in the heady, 'Hutu, Tutsi,
An Afghani in a shanty, Doodle dandy on
An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coma come on
Be ye bishop or pawn in the streets or the

You know that this example
Could go on and on and what
Does it make to keep your to the street?
As long as oil's in the soil, truth is never

So we dare to represent with the barest of feet
'Cause the laws to which loyal, keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let history

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

So the plan
The of March are always at hand
And when the power strike
strike the poorest of man

And if you dare put up a
They'll and fight for your land
And they'll call it liberation or

A call to the youth, your ain't so free
It's just loose but the power of your
Could redirect truth
Shift and the world you want
And your fears in a noose

Let dangle
From a Star Spangled
I'm willing and
To lift my up out of their cradle
Nurse and my ideals
'Til they're more than a fable

I can be all I can be
And do much more I'm paid to
And I be a slave
To what say do

My desire is to within a nation on fire
Where creative passions
And the stakes ever higher

Where no is addicted
'top twisted supplier
Who promotes the of freedom
Sold to the buyer

We demand a naturally
At one the land
Not a plant that
Bombs on
Or a search for any
We let fall from our

I got beats and a plan, I'm gonna do I can
And you do is question everything they say do
Every goal ideal or value keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it, question it's true
If ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?

the one they're asking to go carry a gun
Warfare humanitarian, you're scaring me, son
Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, inflation?
Why not for our own health care and our education?

And instead, invest in that erasable
'Cause twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses on top of our heads
Or mind, said the shotgun to the head