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
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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