Do Your Work pt. 2 by The Michael Character Lyrics
Long day at work
So you come home to Fox News on the TV (**note, this is in reference to my old roommates, not my parents**)
My mom says I expect too much from people
I life lived in a world that makes me queasy
'Cause I remember...
Omdurman
Cambodia in the 70's
And Bosnia
I remember Wounded Knee
And the removal of the Creek
I remember Mahmudiyah
And the Force Publique
But this is my world that I love in
So every time you breathe a jaded breath
My heart collapses in distress
I'm holding onto memories of mankind's darkest powers
It's the ripples of that history which we play out by the hour
What appears to you as isolated, wanting of real meaning
Is to me the echoed sobs of my own human family bleeding
So it might seem like I'm clinging to a world the world's moved on from
But in my heart I know within us there is killer, victim, martyr, so...
Please don't tell me to move on
Please don't tell me to get over it
Please don't tell me that the cry of "racism!' is overused
And sometimes rich white faces get bruised too
Please don't minimize our pain
Or say people don't change
'Cause we've built a home upon this wretched earth
So like this might not be the 60's
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't do our (work)
Go back to 1850
Bring your moderation with you
On a journey through a history
Marked with some important issues
Like a legal system built to steal humanity away
From like 4 million enslaved people
Then I'd like to hear you say:
"Hey! Abolition is too radical
You have to dream of changes
That exist WITHIN the system
Strike with comfort in the range
Of direct action that is meaningful to you
You lefty bastards
While remaining all the while
Still convenient for the masters"
Fuck that shit
So you come home to Fox News on the TV (**note, this is in reference to my old roommates, not my parents**)
My mom says I expect too much from people
I life lived in a world that makes me queasy
'Cause I remember...
Omdurman
Cambodia in the 70's
And Bosnia
I remember Wounded Knee
And the removal of the Creek
I remember Mahmudiyah
And the Force Publique
But this is my world that I love in
So every time you breathe a jaded breath
My heart collapses in distress
I'm holding onto memories of mankind's darkest powers
It's the ripples of that history which we play out by the hour
What appears to you as isolated, wanting of real meaning
Is to me the echoed sobs of my own human family bleeding
So it might seem like I'm clinging to a world the world's moved on from
But in my heart I know within us there is killer, victim, martyr, so...
Please don't tell me to move on
Please don't tell me to get over it
Please don't tell me that the cry of "racism!' is overused
And sometimes rich white faces get bruised too
Please don't minimize our pain
Or say people don't change
'Cause we've built a home upon this wretched earth
So like this might not be the 60's
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't do our (work)
Go back to 1850
Bring your moderation with you
On a journey through a history
Marked with some important issues
Like a legal system built to steal humanity away
From like 4 million enslaved people
Then I'd like to hear you say:
"Hey! Abolition is too radical
You have to dream of changes
That exist WITHIN the system
Strike with comfort in the range
Of direct action that is meaningful to you
You lefty bastards
While remaining all the while
Still convenient for the masters"
Fuck that shit