I don't know if they really need it,
that doesn't mean I won't speak it,
Working on my words constantly,
That's why my presence can be seen as an anomaly.
You're locked away, but still on the streets,
That's a metaphor for what I wanna be,
But change prison to the future vision,
And turn the streets into a living mentality.
Crazy motherfuckers going rowdy,
Or professors in their studies,
I'm interested in bloody revolutions,
Cuz in this day and age we're out of solutions,
So I must rage against what I know,
Dive into the depths and find death or mo'
The revolution will not be televised
It will be filmed on phones and in mass video,
The spectacle of the American wastelands,
In 2016, full of martyrs without dreams,
We watch the government scream cream to god and nothing comes back down,
Has god lost his crown or has He never had one?
Are we ruled by man or are we gonna take his guns?
We fight and cry for nothing, for the man's money,
So we gotta run it, and we gotta gun it,
We gotta come up under it and tear the roots,
Stop focusing on the loot and instead on me and you.