Immortal Technique "The Martyr" Songtext

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The Martyr

['Elizabeth' Movie intro]I’m content to die for my beliefsSo cut off my head and make me a MartyrThe people will always remember it“No. They will forget”

A man who walks with God, can walk anywhereHence.. I fear nothing

[Immortal Technique - Verse 1]The point of guerilla war, is not to succeedIt’s always been just to make the enemy bleedDeprivin’ the soldiers of the peace of mind that they needBullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weaveThe only way a Guerilla War can ever be overIs when the occupation, can’t afford more soldiersUntil they have to draft the last of you into the serviceAnd you refuse cause you don’t see the purposeThe only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equippedIs to paint the people fighting for freedom as terroristsThen find a faction lookin’ for foreign investmentsYou stall them with power and murder any objectionsYou can’t stop a revolution from breathin’So to beat ‘em they offer people the illusion of freedomBut when you’re done dreamin’ and wake up, tortured for treasonThen you can see them, hidin’ behind the God they believe in

[Chorus]Deep in the trenches in the heart of a warThat’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)During the night before the start of the dawnThat’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)When the gunshots are rainin’ in the heart of a stormThat’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)Guerilla war when the army is goneThat’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)

[Verse 2]The purpose of life is a life with a purposeSo I’d rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthlessI don’t need the circus or the day of national observanceI need you to think for you and stop being a servantPawns only move a square in the game that they’re used inAnd realise it too late, like the shootin’ of Huey NewtonOr Patrice Lumumba and Salvador AllendeSlaughter by the power hungry branches of their own genteGhandi wasn’t killed by Pakistani nationalsHe was assassinated by a Hindu radicalAnd Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S. continentWas sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communistsWasn’t Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a ZionistAnd Anwar Sadat a victim of the same violence?Malcolm X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I.But to blast ‘em they used Muslims from the N.O.I.Even the 35th President of the RepublicWas murdered by factions of his own governmentSo now that it’s proven, that a soldier of RevolutionOr head of an empire, disguised in a ConstitutionCan not escape the retribution or manipulationOf the self-appointed rulers of the planets corporationsSo Imma need every generation to put your hands upCause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!

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