Freedom (Live at 2000 Democratic National Convention)

Go!
Pick it up, pick it up now

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think

Uh!
Come on
Uh!

You see, it's set up like a deck of cards
They're sendin' us to early graves for all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away, get in front of it
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall playin Tic-Tac-Toe?
Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

Your anger is a gift
Yeah!
Yeah!
Come on

Drop that!

Sista, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe?
Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on
'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero
Environment, the environment exceeding
On the level of our unconsciousness
For example, what does the billboard say?
"Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Forget about your selves
Forget about your culture
And forget about your history and just buy
And just buy"

Your anger is a gift!
Yeah
Yeah
Aw, bring that shit in

Freedom for Mumia
Freedom for Mumia
Freedom for Mumia
Freedom for Mumia
Freedom for Mumia
Freedom for Mumia
Freedom, yeah
Freedom, yeah, right
Yeah
Freedom
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Zack De La Rocha, Timothy Commerford, Brad Wilk, Thomas Morello
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