We Got Next Interlude (feat. Matthew Vernon Whalan)

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 fuckin 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 motherfuckers created the "Me Generation" And now you'll watch it rise like the water on your shore