"Act III Scene 2 (Shakespeare)" as written by and Saul/de La Rocha Williams....
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means. To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams. To all the kids watching T.V., like, "Yo, I wish that was me." And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free. I hear you. To all the people within the sound of my voice.

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.

I didn't vote for this state of affairs. My emotional state's got me prostrate, fearing my fears. In all reality I'm under prepared. 'Cause I'm ready for war but not sure if I'm ready to care. And that's why I'm under prepared. 'Cause I'm ready to fight, but most fights have me fighting back tears. 'Cause the truth is really I'm scared. Not scared of the truth, but just scared of the length you'll go to fight it. I tried to hold my tongue, son. I tried to bite it. I'm not trying to start a riot or incite it. 'Cause Brutus is an honorable man. It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land. And this one goes out to my man, taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand, then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam. But Brutus is an honorable man.

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.

If you have tears prepare to shed them now. For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones. Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones. A machete in the heady: Hutu, Tutsi, Leone. An Afghani in a shanty. Doodle dandy yank on! An Iraqi in Gap khaki. Coca Coma come on! Be ye bishop or pawn, in the streets or the lawn, you should know that these example could go on and on and what since does it make to keep your ears to the street? As long as oils in the soil, truth is never concrete. So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet. 'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete. It's our job to not let history repeat.

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined, the no ones, the nobodies, the last in line.

So here's the plan. The ides of march are always at hand. And when the power hungry strike, they strike the poorest of man. And if you dare put up a fight, they'll come and fight for your land. And they'll call it liberation or salvation. A call to the youth! Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose. but the power of your voice could redirect every truth. Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose. Let them dangle from a banner star spangled. I'm willing and able. To lift my dreams up out of their cradle. Nurse and nurture my ideals 'til they're much more than a fable. I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to. And I won't be a slave to what authorities say do. My desire is to live within a nation on fire, where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher. Where no person is addicted top some twisted supplier who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer. We demand a truth naturally at one with the land, not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand, or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands. I got beats and a plan. I'm gonna do what I can. And what you do is question everything they say do, every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you. If they ask you to believe it question whether it's true. If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you. You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun. Warfare ain't humanitarian. You're scaring me, son. Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?! Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education?! And instead, invest in that erasable lead, 'cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead. And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads. Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head

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"Act III, Scene 2 [Shakespear]" as written by Thavius Ajabu Beck Saul Williams

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    General Comment"And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free."

    Is that a Dead Prez reference?
    averygrisbyon February 05, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General CommentYes.
    TheSkankingRaton March 20, 2008   Link
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    General CommentAct III Scene 2 of Julius Caesar is where Marc Antony gives his famous
    speech (for those not down with Shakespeare, that is where we get
    "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears...").

    He is speaking over Caesar's freshly assassinated body...and in front of Brutus (one of the assassins and Caesar's trusted friend). In the speech, as in this song, the line "But Brutus is an honorable man" is repeated, but it is done so in a way to imply the exact opposite. Marc Antony has to mind his tongue in front of Brutus and the assassins, but he is not about to let his friend (Caesar) be murdered without speaking out. The way in which he does so is through a speech in which he never calls Brutus anything more than "an honorable man" and where he uses what the angry mob already knows to prove to them the truth of the spectacle they had just witnessed. In essence, the crowd and reader MAY believe that Marc Antony is being truthful in calling Brutus an honorable man, but by the end of the speech the crowd and the reader know exactly what to think of Brutus and his treachery.

    If you care enough to hang out at a place called Song Meanings....and you like Saul Williams enough to check out the lyrics here, you almost owe it to yourself to read that scene from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. It will make this song that much better....and Shakespeare is no slouch himself.

    But Brutus is an honorable man.
    Bellyfull of Swanson January 29, 2011   Link
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    General CommentWhat a gret lyric.Genius.
    Ikzon January 21, 2008   Link
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    General CommentAccompanied by Zach de la Rocha!


    Saul is a bad ass!
    Maggot Princeon January 24, 2009   Link

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