These are the times when the free are made choice-less
The days when hip-hop is the politics of the voiceless
But voices do not speak simply to say whatever it wants
And that makes you puzzled
Cuz someone told you freedom is in a place
And in your rights, which you'd prefer
Instead of buried in the bottom of perpetual struggles
No one told you
The voice speaks in the struggle to make suffering heard
These are the times when the free are made choice-less
But hip-hop in life and in word
Is the real f*ckin serious politics of the voiceless
Sometimes only my submission makes me understand my resistance
And we are here today
To understand both the choicelessness and the creativity
Of our existence
So when we speak truth about power to each other we must ask
Is the right choice available to us?
Or is its creation from scratch our very task?
Do I let em scare me or do I let em blind me?
Do I let em break me or let em lie to me?
Do I make em hate me or allow them to hide me?
If this is the agency my world provides to me then we are primed to see
The dirtiest prettiest grass-rooted construction of a new society within the old society
Our new young power felt the key revelation
About the new faces in the war between the rich and poor
You selfish racist motherf*ckers created the "Me Generation"
And now you'll watch it rise like the water on your shore
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These are the times when the free are made choice-less
The days when hip-hop is the politics of the voiceless
But voices do not speak simply to say whatever it wants
And that makes you puzzled
Cuz someone told you freedom is in a place
And in your rights, which you'd prefer
Instead of buried in the bottom of perpetual struggles
No one told you
The voice speaks in the struggle to make suffering heard
These are the times when the free are made choice-less
But hip-hop in life and in word
Is the real f*ckin serious politics of the voiceless
Sometimes only my submission makes me understand my resistance
And we are here today
To understand both the choicelessness and the creativity
Of our existence
So when we speak truth about power to each other we must ask
Is the right choice available to us?
Or is its creation from scratch our very task?
Do I let em scare me or do I let em blind me?
Do I let em break me or let em lie to me?
Do I make em hate me or allow them to hide me?
If this is the agency my world provides to me then we are primed to see
The dirtiest prettiest grass-rooted construction of a new society within the old society
Our new young power felt the key revelation
About the new faces in the war between the rich and poor
You selfish racist motherf*ckers created the "Me Generation"
And now you'll watch it rise like the water on your shore
The days when hip-hop is the politics of the voiceless
But voices do not speak simply to say whatever it wants
And that makes you puzzled
Cuz someone told you freedom is in a place
And in your rights, which you'd prefer
Instead of buried in the bottom of perpetual struggles
No one told you
The voice speaks in the struggle to make suffering heard
These are the times when the free are made choice-less
But hip-hop in life and in word
Is the real f*ckin serious politics of the voiceless
Sometimes only my submission makes me understand my resistance
And we are here today
To understand both the choicelessness and the creativity
Of our existence
So when we speak truth about power to each other we must ask
Is the right choice available to us?
Or is its creation from scratch our very task?
Do I let em scare me or do I let em blind me?
Do I let em break me or let em lie to me?
Do I make em hate me or allow them to hide me?
If this is the agency my world provides to me then we are primed to see
The dirtiest prettiest grass-rooted construction of a new society within the old society
Our new young power felt the key revelation
About the new faces in the war between the rich and poor
You selfish racist motherf*ckers created the "Me Generation"
And now you'll watch it rise like the water on your shore
Writer: Jackson Whalan, Matthew Whalan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave