I remember a man who told me I was going to lead the revolution The conversation was really quite one sided He was talking to himself, really, addressing our class Saying he would remember our names if he ran into us, laughing And I said, rather quietly, “We’ll see about that” And I don’t understand how a man can turn to a child which such certainty like that With a voice and demeanor like mine And simply say, “Please, how could I forget you? I’ll turn on my TV one night and your name will be there with the caption ‘Leads 110,000 on march to D.C.’ You’ll head the revolution.” And it makes no sense As if he knows what’s been consuming my thoughts lately I’m scared to grow up Not in this way where I don’t want to lose my childhood Let’s be honest I made myself grow out of childhood a while back But to grow up and watch my generation do nothing to fight back Like we saw the generation before us do Would I lead a revolution? If I had enough to fight with me But I’m scared we’ll let them rule us Day after day And we’ll be in agony But I want to move years forward and tell them that such a life is not living And I’m scared So how did a man know something that frequents my thoughts at this daring hour Or maybe he can see the future And knows precisely what I plan to do with my intelligence and intuition He must know I don’t have much Teachers are strange about those things That’s why I want to be one But to the man, I hope you’re right Because I have a group of peers I don’t want to see fall to an enemy they’re ignoring It’s an elephant in the room, but if it’s up to me my peers will be riding them out of the room and through the House So thank you for believing me, sir You’ll see about what I can do
yeah, a teacher actually said that to me, and i’m really confused. because lately that’s the only thing i think about: the revolution and when it’s coming.