[Intro: Sandra Amarie and
AliThatDude]
We keep fighting these wars
(Until the trumpets go)
But what are we fighting them for?
(Oooh, until the trumpets go)
Enemies stand at our door
(Until the trumpets go)
Hoping to settle the score
Oh, they have lived an empty dream
But in d**h, they will be free
Until the trumpets go
[Verse 1: Mark Question]
Live long and prosper
This is a universal message to all my people at the Oscars
The revolution will not be televised
Momma asked me how you fight the oppressor when you're internalized
This is for my people man
Everyone we've lost
Torn pages
Chapters from the Kaizer's holocaust
I flip through my own issues and finally pick one
The struggle in Lubango and teaching it to my own son
And don't you ever forget where you come from, son
If you're my son, you're from the place that I'm from, son
I tell them I am from an era when evil was proximity
Apartheid
In a cla** with the old enemy
But now I'm keeping it steady
I'm fighting these scores of warlord pawns and their machetes
Until we rise up in arms and grip the baton
With Thomas Sankara's love hate for la resistance
Chorus
They have lived an empty dream
And in d**h, they would be free
[Verse 2 :AliThatDude]
This is for all of my people struggling
Trying to be a better man
Rock bottom like sediments
World of black and white
I'm thinking like where do I fit in
Wondered if I'd ever live to see a Baster president
Corruption and incompetence evident in our governments
Claim they for the people but do it for their own betterment
Still
Always remaining slaves to the economy
We paying bills and taxes before we ever done get to eat
Dawg, that ain't living, that is slavery
It's plain to see
Power will corrupt any human being absolutely
For my freedom I always knew I could turn to the music
Try and remain the truest
Do it with art
My brains oozing with thought
These youngins looking up to us so we lead them with art
Because our leaders do not
It takes one spark for that revolution to pop
My third eye's wide open
Tell me why yours is not?
BV!
Chorus
They have lived an empty dream
And in d**h, they would be free
[Verse 3:Mark Question]
They say the best things in life are free
But I don't think so
This ain't the booze talking
Best believe that I don't drink so
See, I just change my mind a lot
I'm something like a skitzo
The one line is sublime
The dance is a Kalipso
Of lost souls traded for cheap imitation and some sold
A small town in north of Namibia
Stories unfold
This is Marvel universe return of the skrull
This is Samuel Maharero rap return of the skulls
So fly the banner
Step forth in the light and wield the hammer
Because kats they will quiz your style
Watch the grammar
But more so
The timer is sounded in squeals of Morse code
The day I stop breathing will be a hot day in Moscow
Or Ukraine
I made you a solution of flaming Butane
Worth at least a hundred of rappers we call the new lames
And through fame we became the quiet kids in cla**
But would you sit your a** if the bully was calling you names?
Chorus
They have lived an empty dream
And in d**h, they would be free