I never seen a man cry ‘til that man died, 
nothing starts something like f*****g with a man’s pride, 
the children arrive [bad word] to the bedside, 
of my father’s demise in 1975. 
He had love for his people and told ‘em, 
the Shah was a puppet and their wealth had been stolen, 
And then pops bled at the mercy of captors, 
with tricks they had learned from their American masters. 
As his voice quivered, blood bubbled up in his throat, 
Pops took me by the wrist and pledged me to an oath, 
“Swear to take it to the streets in the face of the beast, 
and help put this people’s Revolution up on its feet.” 
And so we moved in silence and quietly we organized, 
psychological war, a battle for the people’s minds, 
In control, nothing’s left to chance, 
Ayatollahs sent us underground cassettes from France. 
We began to seize power and the youth grew proud, 
declaring in one voice that we’d no longer allow, 
that these Anglos and pawns control our home, 
and brought forth the demise of the Peacock Throne.
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My brother, I suffered, I led for my people, 
Thought, I fought, I bled for my people, 
Weep, I grieve, I mourn for my people, 
Until we are free, I’m at war for my people, 
Soldiers don’t hide, I ride for my people, 
Anything to restore the pride for my people, 
Screaming to the sky, I cry for my people, 
Knowing one day I may die for my people.

[Verse 2]

No sooner [bad word] our mission, 
the Americans had a new lap dog in position, 
and since their puppets and pawns were chased from Iran, 
they found a neighboring tyrant by the name of Saddam. 
And then, knowing he had an itch for aggression, 
Ronald Regan gave him intelligence and chemical weapons, 
he decided to sponsor a conquer and divide, 
Create simultaneous genocides. 
Pit tribe against tribe, brother on brother 
and laugh and these stupid sand ni##ers killing eachother, 
And now Ronnie can’t believe what a deal he bought, 
1 million dead bodies, 8 years we fought. 
Then I learned from my mother when I visited home, 
they [bad word] my little brother all of 12 years old, 
I had heard the horror stories about the youth program, 
and how they trained them in government brainwash camps. 
They put a man on a white horse with shrouds and his weapon drawn, 
and told the boys it was the 12th Imam, 
Gave them plastic keys to paradise, 
and said that Allah was waiting to [bad word] them in the next life. 
But these kids weren’t soldiers, they were used as shields, 
they sent my [bad word] in front to clear a mine field, 
now this monster we created I plainly saw, 
was something much more evil than what came before.
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[Verse 3]

We had paid in blood and received no dividends, 
people were suffering, women were second-class citizens, 
I asked myself, “Is this what I fought for? 
What I sent my brother to his grave and gave up my Pops for?” 
I spoke to the youth of how the movement began, 
how we did for God and country and feared of no man, 
and I began to plant the seeds for next generation, 
to seize back the power from those that betrayed them. 
Then Feds kicked in my front door, 
the Pasdars put me on the floor, 
they had learned of my plans in advance and sent me, 
to a jail cell next to Ahmad Batebi. 
Ain’t nothing changed after all these yeas, 
16-e-Azar shod 18-e-Tir, 
and my dying thought lying in the Evin prison, 
“Absolute power is its own religion.