LowKey, Greg Blackman - The Death of Neoliberalism

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Anytime you beg another man to set you free
You’ll never be free
Freedom is something that you have to do for yourself
This is why I say this is the ballot or the bullet
It’s liberty or death
It’s freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody
Freedom
Your public service die a death, the World Bank and IMF isn’t
Freedom
The kleptocracy orchestrate, and subjugate the corporate state that isn’t
Freedom
Theresa’s a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of
Freedom
Pontificate, philosophise, cross the T’s, dot the I’s
I heard 'em say the revolution won’t be monetised
But it could be wrapped up, packaged and commodified
In this poisonous equation, I wonder what am I?
Tax dodging tabloids, profit from these horrid lies
Peddle patriotism but economically colonise
Sycophants, grippin' flags, tell you that they’re on your side
Sell off your services abroad, who do they prioritise?
Robin Hood in reverse, these robberies aren’t secrets
Bonuses for bankers and backhanders for arms dealers
Can’t cage the alternative that now exists
With the skill of an alchemist, turn pain into empowerment
Inspired to be alive, in this powerful moment
No more will these cowards sell us out to their donors
We rose, like a giant awoken out of his coma
Confront the culture of power with the power of culture!
We sing!
Freedom
Your public service die a death, the World Bank and IMF isn’t
Freedom
The kleptocracy orchestrate, and subjugate the corporate state that isn’t
Freedom
Theresa’s a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of
Freedom
History favours the trail blazers
The taste for change is contagious
It’s not strange these faceless takers are afraid of raising wages
When the same mangy papers say that we should hate our neighbours
Then when the rage cascades
These sadists claim that they’re blameless
What is clear, some don’t even pay taxes on their profits here
Vote against the interests of Murdoch and Rothermere
Not conspiracy theory, conspiracy actuality
Until now politics, merely a practicality
They deify celebrity
What happens when those celebrities turn on you saying plunder’s not necessity?
I don’t condemn the deified but mourn those whose brilliant as them who died
Potential unrealised
Atomisation had us
Distant and deafened
Now we’re interconnected, independent but interdependent
We rose, like a giant awoken out of a coma
Confront the culture of power with the power of culture
We sing
Freedom
Your public service die a death, the World Bank and IMF isn’t
Freedom
The kleptocracy orchestrate, and subjugate the corporate state that isn’t
Freedom
Theresa’s a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of
Freedom
We sing, freedom
Your public service die a death, the World Bank and IMF isn’t
Freedom
The kleptocracy orchestrate, and subjugate the corporate state that isn’t
Freedom
Theresa’s a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of
Freedom