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near death
near miss
you got arrested
I almost drowned

he got himself out of the smallest hole
all the way down there on the ground
Baghdad lit up a green gold
beat up by bullies
with bombs generations old
George Bush is as evil as Sadaam
it takes one to know one

and the screen screams on and on
about Iraqi liberation
all these puppets pronouncing protesters
only a thousand in Times Square
thousand what
cops
programmed by you
Big Brother or Big Dad
were Jeb and Bloomberg in there too

try to not let people walk down Broadway
the road our ancestors laid in the first place
trains mysteriously slow
making it impossible
nearly impossible to go
gather with each other
no they'd rather kill mothers
who give birth to brown babies
stage some international foil
while all our blood becomes their oil

don't dare me to rise cuz I'll rise

I'm facing down now
aircraft can't call to ground now
I feel halfway from my death
and it's my surest breath yet
cuz I'm not the only one dead tonight
your bombs they light up the night
you're just on that screen all smug
your hands held tight like a taking hug
like you're just waiting for daddy's handout
the one he made off raping nations of people
if I met you I'd smack you across your face
I'd say wake up
we didn't want you here in the first place

don't dare me to rise cuz I'll rise

I'm halfway down now
wrapping some white light around now
the plane screams through the sky
like innocents before they die
it's not war
it's genocide
just victims of your little boy games
in this breath I write to say
cuz revolution rolls through us
it takes follow through and talk
it takes agreeing to walk what we walk
live to preach listen glean glisten
pave poems from disaster
make all to all a vaster
possibility for our relations
it's hand to hand Juliet said
and I want to add mouth to mouth
and do to do
cuz we could all plant gardens
and season our truth
live like take back this land
each have some soil on hand
to make things grow

dare us to rise cuz we'll rise


Copyright 2004 Capital B Music (BMI)

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from Make This Break This (album), released October 10, 2006

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The longstanding queer music icon Bitch makes witchy poet pop. She does it with violins and synthesizers, and the songs she writes are spectral, heartbreaking, political, and beautiful. "Bitchcraft" is like Joni Mitchell set to a click track, it’s queer Cyndi Lauper. It’s neon pink, in your face, ready to hex you with its brilliance. ... more

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