Rap-The Weave Lyrics and Lead Vocals By Alyssa Hickson Instrumental By Pantharo My good countrymen come gather near There's a freestyle rap that I want you to hear. Rev it up and give me a beat, So you can hear the voices resonate Wall Street. Remember me as a question from the other direction- The possibility of another dimension. Call me "inspiration"-a "lover"- Beatnik rhetoric too sick to discover. Don't be a hater. I'm an instigator. I debate leg-is-lature. Attack the newspaper. I pulled a thread from the weave of what we believe, 'Cuz what we put in is what we receive. Should we patch up the quilt and live with the guilt Of pulling the thread where our lives were mis-lead, Or admit there was always a snag in the weave Holding us tight to what we believe? It's black. It's white and half is grey. If that's how you paint the spectrum I don't know what to say. It all fades out at the end of the day And breaks away from the cliché. Ignite the page and engage to rehearse in! reverse. Immerse in rhyme adverse to free verse this time. People assemble and resemble a fist. When we collapse we're supposed to resist. We have a right to assembly, but we don't know where. In the original Bill of Rights it's not there. You don't have to be more than simple to know What's wrong or that there's no place for us to go. We used V for Vendetta to represent The fall of totalitarian government. His mask was worn by protestors in Boston And we all bought the comic, 'cuz we thought it was
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