I'm a Celt
lyrics, vocals, instrumental,
are all written, produced, and performed by Emcee Lynx
The UnAmerican LP, 2004

I’m cold, shiverin, ice on my window
I gotta move in a week, but I got no where to go to
Tryin not to stress, ya’ll gotta keep my head up
But this shit has got to stop, ya’ll, really, I’m fed up
All I really want in life is a little bit of land
A place to raise kids, work the earth like a man
It’s been a long hard road that’s brought me here
Paved with my ancestors blood and tears
from Scotland and Ireland, we came dispossessed
Forced to flee to America, we had nothing left
But blood and sweat, muscle and bone
The body abused, but the mind still strong
after years in America, the pain lives on
cause we’re still wage slaves here in Babylon

samples:
I’m a Celt, I’m a Celt, opposite of a king!
…lyrical druid, burn like truth fluid…
I’m a Celt, I’m a Celt, opposite of a king!
lyrical druid, ly la ly la la lyrical druid

There was never a famine, it was the free-trade laws
That took grain from Ireland into the jaws
Of the English military while our people starved
Genocide, plain and simple, and the scar is carved
deep in my soul, I can feel it’s stamp
They turned the whole country into a death camp
So we fled across the water on galleys like slave ships
and more than half the emigrants died on the trip
when we finally arrived they sent us to the plantations,
the railroads, the sweatshops, we built this nation
alongside the Africans and Chinese
but they leave that part out of all the histories
held hostage for 8 hundred years, and counting
like rollin a boulder up an endless mountain

Today Scotland’s still bound to the English crown
Deep in poverty, and still held down
By conquest, colonization, invasion
denied the right to be an independent nation
English troops still occupy north Ireland
Along with Wales, and the Isle of Mann
While Britania and Gallacia, held by France and Spain
all their empires were built on the pain
The blood and tears, stolen wealth
Then they used that money to make us hate ourselves
Because a people’s memory is their power and strength
So those who oppose us will go to any length
To make us believe we should conform to the norm
But now I stand arms raised in the eye of the storm

I grew up broke, watchin my father bleed
Givin everything he had to do right be his seeds
And that’s me, my sister, both my little brothers
My mother was nuts, we had to raise each other
So now I’m 23 years, with the world on my shoulders
Tryna pull myself up but still carryin boulders
And as I get older, watch the years pass
I feel my pain turn to pride in the working class
All I want for my folks is respect and dignity
Cuz a man ain’t a man unless he’ll fight to be free
This shit is real I’m speakin, whether irish or Puerto rican
we all seeking for more then just drinkin on the weekend
sick of creepin, crawlin, politicians stallin
America has failed, and soon it will be fallin