The Great Rebellion

Track 8

The Great Rebellion

A powerful Tribal Drill track addressing personal responsibility and liberation from victimhood.

Song language: English

Genre: Tribal Drill, Industrial Trap

Duration: 3:59

Lyrics

I'm done pointing fingers
The blame is a prison
The complaint is a chain
You want a revolution?
Start with the man in the mirror

Yeah, the tax is a theft and the money is fake
And the laws are a net in a digital lake
The schools are a factory for making us small
And the social police want us hitting the wall
I spent three tracks screaming 'bout the way that it's rigged
'Bout the debt and the holes that the ancestors digged
But if I spend my life just cursing the dark
I'm just another dog with a loud-ass bark
They love it when I'm angry, they love it when I'm mad
'Cause a victim is the best toy the system ever had
If it's their fault, then they hold the key
But if it's my fault... then I'm finally free

This is the Great Rebellion, the riot within
The moment I stop let the healing begin
No more excuses, no more "they did me wrong"
I'm the writer, the singer, and the beat of the song
I take the weight, I take the lead
I'm the gardener, the soil, and the sovereign seed
Total responsibility. Total release
In the middle of the war, I'm the bringer of peace

Fuck a handout, fuck a stimulus check
I'm taking the rope from around my own neck
If I'm broke, it's on me. If I'm weak, it's my choice
I'm reclaiming the power, reclaiming the voice
The system is a ghost if you don't give it your blood
I'm pulling my feet from the victim-hood mud
Regulation can't stop what I build in the night
Taxation can't touch how I'm holding the light
I'm the glitch in the matrix, the one they can't read
Because I don't follow the path of the need
I'm the architect now, I'm the master of fate
I'm not waiting for them to open the gate

The burden is the gift
The weight is the wing
When you own your hell, you become the king
Don't look back
Don't look left
Look at the hands
Look at the breath
Everything that happens is your own dance
Stop calling it luck, stop calling it chance
I AM RESPONSIBLE

This is the Great Rebellion, the riot within
The moment I stop let the healing begin
No more excuses, no more "they did me wrong"
I'm the writer, the singer, and the beat of the song
I take the weight, I take the lead
I'm the gardener, the soil, and the sovereign seed
Total responsibility. Total release
In the middle of the war, I'm the bringer of peace

The war is over
I won the moment I stopped fighting them
And started owning me
The Great Rebellion
Sovereign