The Martyr Lyrics - The Martyr - Immortal Technique

['Elizabeth' Movie intro] 

Im content to die for my beliefs 

So cut off my head and make me a Martyr 

The people will always remember it 

No. They will forget 

A man who walks with God, can walk anywhere 

Hence.. I fear nothing 

[Immortal Technique - Verse 1] 

The point of guerilla war, is not to succeed 

Its always been just to make the enemy bleed 

Deprivin the soldiers of the peace of mind that they need 

Bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weave 

The only way a Guerilla War can ever be over 

Is when the occupation, cant afford more soldiers 

Until they have to draft the last of you into the service 

And you refuse cause you dont see the purpose 

The only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped 

Is to paint the people fighting for freedom as terrorists 

Then find a faction lookin for foreign investments 

You stall them with power and murder any objections 

You cant stop a revolution from breathin 

So to beat em they offer people the illusion of freedom 

But when youre done dreamin and wake up, tortured for treason 

Then you can see them, hidin behind the God they believe in 

[Chorus] 

Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

During the night before the start of the dawn 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

When the gunshots are rainin in the heart of a storm 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

Guerilla war when the army is gone 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

[Verse 2] 

The purpose of life is a life with a purpose 

So Id rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless 

I dont need the circus or the day of national observance 

I need you to think for you and stop being a servant 

Pawns only move a square in the game that theyre used in 

And realise it too late, like the shootin of Huey Newton 

Or Patrice Lumumba and Salvador Allende 

Slaughter by the power hungry branches of their own gente 

Ghandi wasnt killed by Pakistani nationals 

He was assassinated by a Hindu radical 

And Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S. continent 

Was sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists 

Wasnt Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a Zionist 

And Anwar Sadat a victim of the same violence? 

Malcolm X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I. 

But to blast em they used Muslims from the N.O.I. 

Even the 35th President of the Republic 

Was murdered by factions of his own government 

So now that its proven, that a soldier of Revolution 

Or head of an empire, disguised in a Constitution 

Can not escape the retribution or manipulation 

Of the self-appointed rulers of the planets corporations 

So Imma need every generation to put your hands up 

Cause you can only get em off your back when you stand up! 

[Chorus] 

Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

During the night before the start of the dawn 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

When the gunshots are rainin in the heart of a storm 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on) 

Guerilla war when the army is gone 

Thats the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)