This video was shot in Portland, Oregon, November, 2011 and features the words of John Trudell.
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At times the situation's heavy on my heart, still I rise
Articulate my vision while you feel the vibes
In this manipulation game it seems I'm ill-advised
From killin' lies, and finally realize it's real lives...
That bleed, but do we feel their cries?
While dreams, televised, sell us lies, and kill what's real inside
To breed systematic soldiers sprayin' rounds wit no precision
Motivation mo'-division, globalism, no religion
It seems unspoken, television culture vision
Protecting broken dreams like codes in prison
Select an vote elections, but won't connect the dots
Self-deception, like followers of pro-wrestle plots
Complain, you best stop, when this game of chess locked
They think they next to God, police-state check the blocks
Invest your stocks, dollars drop, then commence the cops
Real revolutionaries know the struggle never stop
Hypnotized by the shadow play in front of your eyes
The systematic programing, one with the hive
Energy, predatorial, abduction of minds
The seduction of the matrix, put trust in the lies
Of these elitists, mass manipulators lead the people
I see the codes like Neo, hungry ghost, feed the ego
And live lost, forget to realize what the real is
Rick Ross used to be a prison guard... and he still is
And to the killas' and the hundred-dolla'-billas'
Who ain't got no feelins'... We recognize what the deal is
You swallowing that blue pill an following masons
Feeding-in to the new form of colonization
For some bread and a place up in the matrix
Think you got it all figured out, cuz there, nothin' is sacred
I don't respect you cuz I don't respect the system
I got visions of freedom cuz I won't accept the prison