revolt /rɪˈvoʊlt/ n. 1. All those wicked will burn cause they loot from the people who get shot or taught how to shoot; from the children who starve and the parents who cry because some can live, and some must learn how to die! 2. Come now everyone! This is a revolt! This is a new generation of truth and freedom! All of those nations need us; we don’t need them. 3. So called pillars of justice shall sink as in sand. Their foundations were built on our brutalized lands with our brutalized hands and our brutalized souls. Give me bread and truth; not your diamonds and gold! 4. Corporations are heathens and will burn in hell. Politicians do see them but never do tell the capital secret: the people, we run the world. 5. Come all mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters to break down every wall for those who struggle in silence and die without peace.  Break out! Revolution calls! 6. Come now everyone: anticapitalist revolt! 7. We’re almost there, and then we lost ‘em. Where have they gone? Outside, I said we lost them.  We’re almost there, and then we lost them. Where have they gone? To the streets: they’ve all gone outside!

Revolt - Kudzu

wanted /ˈwɑːn.t̬ɪd/  v. 1. They can search this whole world over. They’ll never find what they’re looking for.  2. I’m wanted, and for that I am hunted; because I’m in trouble.  No! They’ll never find me. 3. Do not give me back this rude exploitation. Do not give me back this blind admiration. Just give me back my one true salvation: give me back my time. 4. Who can afford to jump around on top? Who can make the pressure building up drop? Who could make this kudzu vine stop? No one! No one could ever make them stop. 

Wanted

Whenever we kill one or steal one or rape one or then some, how can we sit there, not understand, and cry. And then we laugh at the one, persecute the one, execute the one, sit there and never ask why. Just try to imagine the road that the human soul must travel on it's why to crime. They create poverty. They create warfare. And they sanction disease. We live in starvation, miseducation. How can the youth learn if they're not taught to see that whenever we . . . 

Kudzu - The Road to Crime

These roots only grow one way. And these roots seem to have grown astray. This old tree will fall down one day so I'm a rock my friends and a rock I'll stay. I will be solid on the ground. The wind can not blow me down. No quake or lightning could make me move my feet. All of their guns and bombs will never take us off of these streets. 

Kudzu - Roots Like a Rock: Reggae

How can we stop these killings?
How can we save these souls?
How can we stop the unwilling, from struggling institutions?

We come on a revolutionary mission
To cast oppression aside. Tell them
No more robbing, raping or killing the poor;
No bombing, no burning, no shooting, no war.
We will not take this anymore.

I heard of justice so I opened my eyes to see.
But when I looked around, all that I saw was poverty.
I heard of freedom so I opened my eyes to see.
But when I looked around, all that I saw was misery.
I heard that life and the pursuit of joy, it was available to me
But when I looked around, I searched in my soul,
I was faced with reality.

Tell them "No!" We will not stumble
'Til this here Empire cracks and it crumbles
And with those pieces beneath our feet
We will make love and make music and dance in the streets

Come from your cities and town,
And the whole of the countryside.
From soul to soul, nation to nation,
No nations worldwide! Believe me!

No matter what they may claim is true
Everyone's blood's red from the low to the higher so,
Take back what is owed to you,
When you're hungry: be fed.
When you're cold: build a fire.

Kudzu - Control

We look down from up on high,
And laugh at the wonder in their face.
They don't see how they might possibly die,
While they fight the whole of the race.

We want love.
Only love.
We want love.
That's not love.

When I go to sleep tonight,
I hope that my thoughts are right.
I turn in though I'm so afraid.
Because today was not my day.
But we must go on 
Because that's our way.

I do this for love
It's always been for love.
I do this for love
It's nothing if not for love.

We look down from way up on high,
And see those heathens burning in their place.
All they do is frown while everybody dies.
What a disgrace.

When I woke up today,
All those song birds they say,
"You better turn back in now,
You better pray. 
Because today
Will not be your day.
Like yesterday
Was not your day."

But we must go on because that's our way.

Kudzu - Love (A Prison Song)

They can not stop everyone. They must have someone to blame. But if we could stand up, as everyone, then not a soul would ever have died in vain. So, people stand up. Open your arms. They are weak and must take up arms. Make this threat: we'll burn this town. With that fire, we'll burn one down. We will have our revolution. Your institutions will burn in hell. Your courts and swine can go as well. Judicial murder and property theft; what have I but labor, wages, and death. Tell them: we will have our revolution. Right now.

Kudzu - Revolution

How can I not give praise when the sun shines? Or be afraid when the earth quakes and thunder strikes? How can I walk through a meadow in sorrow and not rejoice in the light of tomorrow?  How can I cry when I feel the summer breeze, behold the waters that flow to all the trees, give thanks for blossoms and birds as they sing, and not speak this truth for as long as I breathe? I speak of truth that is in the evening sky! I speak of beauty in every human eye! I speak of righteousness flowing like water! I speak of love that makes fires burn hotter! Lord! I pray to you let me live! 'Til I am rid of this love that I have to give. Though I disgrace my father and mother, here I stand! I can be no other!

Praise

bright•er•day /brīt-ə-dā/ n. 1. We awoke into a brighter day. We saw that the people were on their way. It’s the final tale to be told. 2. The youth is uprising across the world. 3. The Tunisian youth is on their way. The Egyptian youth is on their way. The Athenian youth is on their way. The Parisian youth is on their way. 4. Remember Mohamed Bouazizi. Remember how Cairo did burn. Remember all the young Greeks who rot in their jails. Remember what the children of Paris did learn 5. So, we all learn.

Kudzu - Brighter Day

arms /ˈärmz / n. 1. We come to burn all them federal notes; watch the blood drip down from those federal throats; casting ballots in fire for what they promote. Arm in arm, with arms, we revolt. 2. What’s the trouble with the rubble if it’s made in common struggle? What joy in the morning when all the ground beneath is warming. And all the drinks come with fuses. When we light them, their power them loses, and all of their control confuses. We stand and we’ll not stand alone. 3. All the heathen them, in their reason, see the heat in our eyes as a treason. But what we breed in them are the seeds of a whole new season of freedom when all those towers of Babylon crumble down; and them bricks to the heads who wear the crowns. Conflicts: we predicts them all around. 4. You are not alone. 5. No war between states. No peace between classes. One to ten thousand: the rich to the masses. No usury rates, rapists, racists, or fascists. From each as we can to each as we pass us.

Kudzu Reggae