Immortal Technique - The Martyr lyrics

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Immortal Technique - The Martyr lyrics

Quote from 1998 Film "Elizabeth": Norfolk: I'm content to die for my beliefs, so cut off my head and make me a martyr. The people will always remember it. Walsingham: No, they will forget. Spoken: A man who walks with God, can walk anywhere. Hence I fear nothing. The point of Guerrilla war is not to succeed It's always been just to make the enemy bleed Deprivin' the soldiers, of the peace of mind that they need Bullets are hard to telegraph, when they bob and they weave The only way a Guerrilla war can ever be over Is when the occupation, can't afford more soldiers Until they have to draft the last of you, into the service And you refuse 'cause you don't see the purpose The only way to counter the insurgents that are well equipped (how?) Is to paint the people fightin' for freedom as terrorists Then find a faction lookin' for foreign investment Install them in power and murder any objections You cant stop a revolution from breathin' So to beat them they offer people the illusion of freedom But when you're done dreamin' and wake up tortured for treason Then you can see them hidin' behind the God they believe in Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) During the night before the start of the dawn That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) When gunshots are raining in the heart of a storm That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) Guerrilla war when the army is gone That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) The purpose of life is a life with a purpose So I'd rather die for a cause, than live a life that is worthless I don't need the circus or the day of national observance I need you to think for you and stop being a servant Pawns only move a square, in the game that their used in And realized it too late, like the shootin' of Huey Newton Or Patrice Lumumba and Salvador Allende Slaughtered by the power hungry branches of their own gente Ghandi wasn't k**ed by Pakistani nationals He was a**a**inated by a Hindu radical And Che Guevara rebel to a U.S. continent Was sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists Wasn't Itzhak Rabin murdered by a Zionist And Anwar Sadat a victim of the same violence Malcolm X was seen as a threat, to the F.B.I. But to blast him they used m**ms from the N.O.I. Even the 35th President of the Republic Was murdered by factions of his own government So now that it's proven, that a soldier of revolution Or head of an empire, disguised in the constitution Cannot escape the retribution or manipulation Of the self appointed rulers of the planets corporations So I'ma need every generation to put your hands up 'Cause you can only get 'em off your back, when you stand up Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) During the night before the start of the dawn That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) When gunshots are raining in the heart of a storm That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) Guerilla war when the army is gone That's the place a Martyr is born (Motherf**er it's on!) Spoken: I was a man blessed by God, to survive some of the worst circumstances. I had many things, a beautiful woman I loved, a home, money, and I gave it all up. To bleed and to die free. Sometimes I look back on that life and I wonder what it would have been like. In the moments of weakness I think about trading it, but then I snap the f** out of it and I get back to my reality. And I realize, that I've been at the heart of a war, and that's the place a Martyr is born.