Don’t hit fresh shit

To keep from guilt, to keep from war Ask yourself what’s all this for? What have you done for your own land— Raised your voice or lent a hand? Two faces share a single head The mask you chose—was that well-spread? If you could change it here and now What skin would fit your truest vow? Don’t hit fresh shit—don’t hit, don’t hit Leave it alone or you’ll sit in it Don’t hit, don’t hit—now don’t forget Or you’ll deserve the mess you get No one dies from honest work We fear the task and tend to shirk “Can we be sure?” we like to ask— Safer to stall than face the task Can people be deserved of trust? Know them first—that’s fair and just Else you’ll forge the fearful chain Leash what you don’t dare explain Don’t hit fresh shit—don’t hit, don’t hit Leave it alone or you’ll sit in it Don’t hit, don’t hit—now don’t forget Or you’ll deserve the mess you get If terror floods your staring eyes And crowds break down in tearful cries We dread the fear, not what draws near— The scariest thing is only fear The truth is out there, somewhere near Heel to the heel of freedom’s cheer We may feel small for now, and yet The power’s ours—don’t you forget Deceive them all, chase clever schemes Or learn one truth beyond the dreams Win every crowd, or end as none— Lose everyone and you’re undone Don’t hit fresh shit—don’t hit, don’t hit Leave it alone or you’ll sit in it Don’t hit, don’t hit—now don’t forget Or you’ll deserve the mess you get