I was a revolutionary

I was a revolutionary, in my last life

my country was my mother and freedom was my wife

I used to break laws, to make them right

and sometimes i just marched, not picking up fights

I had a handlebar moustache, weight in tonnes

even the tyrant addressed me, as the free one

I saw my people being treaded upon, saw them dying of hunger ,

When they said they are powerless, i called for their honor

and i asked them if, you think the queen is powerful, lets change that

and then i stole even, from the royal treasure

I was kept behind bars, i was held in chains

I took all the blows, till they broke their canes

And then when i hit, I shot them in the head

I shot them while walking, I shot them even in the bed

I killed more enemies than i made friends

I hope i was right and no one asks for amends

And just before i finally closed my eyes,

Freedom came to pick me, slavery bid me bye

Tell them this, that in the days to come

dont sing songs for me, nor write poems

But if freedom is threatened, raise your voice and raise it again

isnt it the thunders, that set the tone for the rain

You will be killed or at worst you will die

But you will be always be a revolutionary , in your last life.

i get a lil high in the name of my friends

today too? yes of course

no lies no remorse

you woke up in the morning drove to work

your boss was early, ah such a jerk

i reached late, all red-eyed

are you not well, mine took me to a side

He gave you work, smiling as he spoke

dint you wish he might choke

mine gave some too,but i finished it quick

the work was sad, but happy was the trip 

   

You killed some time, lied to your boss

i dint hear mine nor came across

you worked a bit, whined a lot

i left at half time to smoke some pot

water

there is no story but there is moral

my life has leaves, i wish yours is floral

lets raise a toast, my friend to you

what do you think, today too?