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You Say You Want A Revolution?

I see many poets, rappers, and singers talkin' about a revolution, but why?
I see these same poets, rappers, and singers decked out in Nike, drinking Pepsi, I shake my head and sigh
Why? I ask myself over and over, what the hell do they want a revolution for?
When, with corporations and what they represent, they're basically corporate door-to-door whores

Are you "revolutionaries" aware of your oh-so-visible hypocrisy?
Do you enjoy dribbling words without actions just to watch the public agree intently?
Look at them, they don't know what the hell they're inspired for, not even remotely
It's a vicious cycle of talk without a real goal, but the words still abound mercilessly

Now, let's say hypothetically, that you do start a revolution... now where do you go?
You want to change the government? so what's your new plan? how will your new nation grow?
Can you even think beyond your shallow bullshit? Or are you just thinking of that next show?
A revolutionary isn't just a fashion statement complimented by dreads, shaved head, or Afro

A revolutionary has a plan laid out, for not IF, but WHEN their revolution is won
And, only two revolutions were successful without the power of anger and a gun
Are you ready for that? Do you have any real concept of what you've begun?
Dressed in Nikes and drinking a Pepsi, what is this to you? an expression of mock rage for fun?

Well, fuck you, you bullshit, wanna-be, overdressed, underplanned revolutionary
Collect another paycheck, write love songs and poems, but I'm warning you, don't fuck with me
You're not the next Malcolm X, George Washington, or Michael Collins… you're not even a Bob Marley
Give me something of substance, I don't want something to clap about, I want leadership qualities

When I'm covered from head to foot in the blood of bureaucrats at the end of the first day
I want not just a dream, but a system to give me reason for what seems like pointless gunplay
I want you in the frontline at my side, encouraging me to back the bullshit you now just say
And, when it's all said and done, the revolution won, I want a healthy family and a payday

So, you bullshit, wanna-be, overdressed, underplanned revolutionary, when's the fight start?
When are you going to stop dribbling out political poetry, and actually show some heart?
I'll step in front and take a bullet for you, but I demand that you don't just talk, you best take part
I'll climb a mountain of bodies for a cause, but not to watch you climb a music chart.

-David "Dingo" Bleecher