I used to watch this video when the election was going on and wind up in tears half the time. The combination of both the sentiment and the tangible evidence of SOMEONE, ANYONE, reaching out to the apathetic MTV generation just makes me want to go out and riot. I have a well documented fascination with Eminem, because I find him such an interesting, complex person and respect the hell out of his willingness to put his considerable Issues out there in the light, but this just totally seals the deal with me. Love it. This video was made in conjunction with GNN, which is an interesting alternative news site that's worth a check...I know all you hippies I hang out with will be all over it.
Anyway, for anyone who can't catch all the lyrics or wants to ruminate on them a little bit, here they are...this is just one of the thousand reasons that it is so important to get out and VOTE. VOTE EVERY CHANCE YOU GET! This is not a dress rehearsal, it is not inconsequential,
THIS IS YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF YOUR LOT IN LIFE! GET TO THE POLLS AND TELL THEM TO GET THEIR ACT TOGETHER!
Ahem.
I pledge allgience to the flag of the United States of America. And the to the republic...
People! This is it! It feels so good to be back...mosh with me now;
I scrutinize every word, memorize every line;
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind;
I give sight to the blind, my insight's through the mind;
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time;
It's just all in your mind - what you interpret it as:
I say to fight, you take it as I'ma whip someone’s ass,
If you don’t understand, don’t even bother to ask,
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past,
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon
that has, or at least shows, no difficulty multi-taskin' and juggling both;
Perhaps mastered-his-craft slash entrepreneur;
Who has helped launch a few more rap acts,
Who’s had a few obstacles thrown his way,
Through the last half of his career,
Typical manure, moving past that,
Mister kiss-his-ass-crack, he’s a class-act,
Rubber-band man, yeah, he just snaps back.
Chorus: Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness;
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed;
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength;
Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong.
Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog;
To the light at the end of the tunnel - we gon’ fight,
We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp,
We gon’ march through the swamp,
We gon’ mosh through the marsh.
Take us right through the doors, come on...
All the people up top, on the side and the middle;
Come together, let's all form this swamp just a little;
Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back,
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black;
No matter what color, all that matters we're gathered together;
To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather;
If it rains, let it rain, yeah, the wetter the better;
They ain’t gon’ stop us, they can't, we're stronger now, more then ever.
They tell us "No," we say "Yeah," they tell us "Stop", we say "Go,"
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gon’ let em know;
Stomp, push, shove, mush, fuck Bush;
Until they bring our troops home, c'mon, just..
Chorus: Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness;
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed;
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength;
Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong.
Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog;
To the light at the end of the tunnel - we gon’ fight,
We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp,
We gon’ march through the swamp,
We gon’ mosh through the marsh.
Take us right through the doors, come on...
Imagine it pourin’, it's rainin’ down on us;
Mosh pits outside the Oval Office;
Someone’s tryin' to tell us something,
Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward that we have empowered;
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin’;
How could we allow something like this, without pumpin' our fists?
Now, this is our final hour.
Let me be the voice, and your strength and your choice;
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise;
Try to amplify it, times it, and multiply it by sixteen million people,
All equal at this high pitch, maybe we can reach Al Qaeda through my speech;
Let the president answer a high anarchy, Strap him with a AK-47;
Let him go fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way.
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil,
No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain’t loyal,
If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizing our heroes.
Look in his eyes, its all lies, the Stars and Stripes, have been swiped,
Washed out and wiped and replaced with his own face,
Mosh now or die - If I get sniped tonight, you’ll know why,
‘Cause I told you to fight.
Chorus: Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness;
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed;
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength;
Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong.
Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog;
To the light at the end of the tunnel - we gon’ fight,
We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp,
We gon’ march through the swamp,
We gon’ mosh through the marsh.
Take us right through the doors, come on...
And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ!
As we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army,
To disarm this weapon of mass destruction,
That we call our president for the present,
And mosh for the future of our next generation.
To speak and be heard.
Mr President...Mr Senator....
Can you guys hear us?
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