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Talking in terms of power. Where the power is, who's shaping the condition of our lives, who determines the quality of the air we breathe, the food we eat, the water we drink, the kinda jobs we can have, the images we have to deal with and such. If I can sing this song without you maybe all is well If we can sing this song without you we don't need your wealth This is my letter to the 1% If I can sing this song without you maybe all is well If we can sing this song without you we don't need your wealth Power to those that read bell hooks Power to those that sell books Power to those who know how the inside of a cell looks All those feeling helpless, forgotten and discarded Power to the strange fruit they thought was rotten in the garden Power to those sitting alone, seeking solace in the calmness Power to those feeling stained, know your tomorrow isn't tarnished Power to those that sweep the streets with more knowledge than PhD's Power to those that keep their keys, return this promise, please believe Power to those that suffer in silence, those it hurts to hear Power to those that hold their ground Power to those that persevere Power to those that love humanity more than they love style Power to immigrants probably raising Donald Trump's child Power to the blind who can't imagine what sight is Those staring at the moon and all those working night-shifts Power to the readers, the writers, the illiterate Power to those that struggle to decolonise their syllabus Letras de cancionesPower to the shy ones, always struggle to make friends And the half of humanity worth less than eight men Power to those that risked their life to dig the coltan from the ground For the mic I'm spitting on and the phone you're holding now Power to those that build the stadium they're playing in Power to those that mowed the grass and stitched the ball that they're playing with Power to every rapper that doesn't rap about killing Power to the builders who built buildings that outlived them If I can sing this song without you maybe all is well If we can sing this song without you we don't need your wealth Power to the slaves of Ancient Greece that didn't have the right to vote Democracy dead like Gary Webb, when they import it like its coke Power to those write to prison Power to those writing home Power to those writing poems Power to those that died alone Power to Curtis Mayfield Power to Ronald Isely Power to the fishermen that were forced into piracy Power to every person that is working in a library Power to every nurse that we turn to in our times of need Power to the unions and the mindless that should punish Power to those that drive the busses and those that collect the rubbish Power to the youth desiring the truth Power to every rapper that is dying for a Fire in the Booth For those that lost limbs to King Leopald's quota And those risking their lives for the P&O to Dover Power to union leaders murdered by... [Coca-Cola] Power to victims of this globalised cosa nostra Power to those dying on the shores and the borders Power to human beings that were rendered fauna and flora Power to those that cleaned up after the stage show And Carnival goers still haunted by Kelso Cochrane's ghost Power to ... his picture taunts us ever after So many questions never answered Remember the last words of Abdul-Muhsin Al-Saadoun, "الأمة تنتظر الخدمة، الإنجليز لا يوافقون" Power to Al-Jawahiri and his rebellions They killed his brother Ja'far and he cursed the rotten Thamesians Enlighten despots pursuing tactics Machiavellian Chinese still preceded Europa millennium, think about it Printed press half a millennium never get close Power to Ken Loach and every volunteer in Lesbos Cuban doctors sent to Sri Lanka for the tsunami Power to those that cleaned up after the Bullingdon parties [Hook: Mai Khalil] Kids knowing Apple products before they know what an apple is Forgotten like passengers on the USS Indianapolis Dying days, for they could see what little boy's damage did On the precipice of fascism, while pacifist is cancerous Power to those still strong enough to dream Power to those that chose not to be a cog in the machine Power to those that love first and hate never Power to those that sleep on the streets through grey weather Power to Aziz Ali and Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Power to Norman Baker, David Kelly's, ulnar artery Power to the genocided population of Tasmania The internet descends to Trumptastic fantasia Let them try quote this You'll never find a better diagnosis than collective psychosis It's getting quite hopeless but hope is all we have Tryna cultivate the positive, not focus on the bad But the globe's under attack The obnoxious rage of a fake intellectual Amazing grace in the age of the spectacle Not the first time they found a racist electable To raise to the pedestal Then desecrate the place that translated the decimal I don't wanna tempt fate Power to corpse-washers like Salvador Allende Power to language learners From Bernie Sanders fans to flag-burners One man's inertia is another man's purpose In the utopia of song, we are victorious But the bitter sweet reality is not this glorious Power to Coltrane watching Malcolm X Power to Paul Robeson under house-arrest Power to Galileo under house-arrest Power to Ibn Haytham under house-arrest Forgive me if I sound obsessed This is my letter to the 1% If I can sing this song without you maybe all is well The redistribution of power x2 We want the redistribution of power x2 If we can sing this song without you we don't need your wealth We want the redistribution of power, the redistribution of power until your power is ours Until your power is ours If I can sing this song without you maybe all is well If we can sing this song without you we don't need your wealth From Letras Mania