Omar Rodríguez-López - Twinkle lyrics

[Refrain] They don't know their language They don't know they're God They take what they're given Even when it feels odd They say their grandfathers and grandmothers work hard for nothing And we still in this ghetto So they end up in prisons They end up in blood [Chorus] They keep us uneducated Sick and depressed (They end up in blood) Doctor I'm addicted now I'm under arrest (They end up in blood) We making mo' money than a motherf**er (They end up in blood) With no choices there's no hope for us (They end up in blood) [Hook: x4] Started with a rhyme from old ancient times Decedents of warlocks Witches with ill glitches Children of the matrix be hitting them car switches Seen some Virgin Virgos hanging out with Venus b**hes [Refrain] They don't know their language They don't know they're God They take what they're given Even when it feels odd They say their grandfathers and grandmothers work hard for nothing And we still in this ghetto So they end up in prisons They end up in blood [Chorus] x4 They keep us uneducated Sick and depressed (They end up in blood) Doctor I'm addicted now I'm under arrest (They end up in blood) We making mo' money than a motherf**er (They end up in blood) With no choices there's no hope for us (They end up in blood) [Chant Part 1] x3 Aun Au Khu Mes Tahamu Khemu Mesu Ntrrr Mut Tef Maatu Apuat Khu Apuat Smet Apu Mtu Ntrrr Anuk Kherrru [Chant Part 2] Nuk Khumiu Khu Khu Neb Heru Djeddjedu Sekhet Maat Anru em Smai Tawiu [Monologue] I don't have to tell you things aren't good. Everybody knows things aren't good. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. Young punks are running the street. No one knows just what to do and there's no end to it. The dollar buys a penny's worth, banks are going under, cobblers keeping a gun under the counter. We sit watching our idiot boxes while some local anchorman tells us that today we've had eighteen murders and eighty violent crimes, as if that were the way things are supposed to be. We know times are bad - worse than bad. People are crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going utterly mad, so we never leave our homes. We sit in our comfy abodes while the world is getting smaller and we say, "C'mon, at least leave us alone in our family rooms. Let me have my microwave and flat screen and my 20 inch wheels and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone." Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get angry! I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to write to your senator because I won't know what to tell you to tell him. I don't know what to do about the recession and the inflation and the crime in the street. All I know is that you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a HUMAN BEING, damn it! My life has VALUE!!"