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revolutionary doubt - space baby lyrics

verse 1:
did you figure it out it yet?
what to do with this figurative outlet
i’m running my mouth at
i haven’t slept well in a couple days
tryna figure it out but i’m stuck in the shapes
that i’m handed, power to the people they demanded
but what kind of power man i can’t understand it
was it boomin’ in the soviet union?
presuming, that it was lenin that you zoomed in
(good job) was stalinism real
if not, did zinoviev kamenev deserve to get k!lled
i’m split like the sino*soviet
am i just a liberal if i ain’t got the point yеt?
can’t make art, if you can’t take a stand
but this sh*t right herе is for those who still crawl
power to the soviets, still i’ll defend
cause it was the first time that they made the attempt
but leftcoms, ancoms, made me cynical
saying vladimir was just a parliamentary liberal
not to say that i unite with that position
or that vanguardism is subpar efficient
i’m still learning on this journey, and i’m burning up
cause the planet’s getting f*cked, while i’m yearning
for another book, another page, another word of wisdom
wanna go but also wanna wait to learn more bout the system
if you grapple with word like dialectics
that’s okay take your time babe
it’s a crazy amount we gotta learn just to get sh*t
(scratch) i can’t take this bullsh*t anymore
verse 2:
but what about practice
we gotta talk tactics
a tall glass reality, spilling on your mattress
can’t go to sleep thinking bout marx and sh*t
you may get the point but it’s still poor marksmanship
gotta hit the street, gotta hit a fash
gotta get that ass to the masses
gotta skip my class
gotta gotta be more proletarian, than you can be
gotta get my theory from beneath the concrete
gotta sacrifice life, gotta have less fun
you don’t know what they do with smiles where i’m from
i got a whip for my back, and another for my face
bang bang till i don’t crave bourgeois taste

transition:
forgive me lord for i have sinned
and thought impure petty bourgeois thoughts
brand me a revisionist so i may resurrect
as a true revolutionary, true and perfect

verse 3:
listen comrade, practice is mad important
unapplied theory, nothing going for it
but sometimes we get stuck inside a fortress
reading same sh*t, same sh*t it gets boring
gotta get funky, gotta gotta get creative
gotta read another paper bout battling enslavement
gotta stick in my hole, gotta do research
i mean search, and then see if it works
emphasis on infinitive styles
and not just re*read mao*wow*wow
what a life, i’ve been gifted
don’t wanna sacrifice but uplift it
and then have the guns come assist it
build up the neighborhood, make it strong
break oppressive bonds and make new ones
but what i do know, ’cause there ain’t no bible
describing how to battle for survival
all i got is curiosity
and contradictions that are mountains
but also move mountains quite violently
revolutionary doubt
i’m searchin
what i’m certain of, i’m carrying out

- space baby lyrics

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