The Death of Neoliberalism - LowKey, Greg Blackman

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