I'm a soap box yelling into megaphones Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches The day that Chris Columbus got crucified in golden arches My pedestal was too tall to climb off In fact that's the reason for the high horse And from up here I see marines and hummers on a conquest Underdogs with wonder bras in a push up contest All for the sake of military recruitment It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students I galloped off whistling "Ohio." The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention But what they'd die for Breathe in for luck, Breathe in so deep, This air is blessed, You share with me That clever ad campaign ain't worth The time taken from minimum wage labor I don't care how half naked or fake she looks She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books So what'd she die for Slow down Gandhi your killin'em Slow down Gandhi your killin'em Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, (Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder) Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny The West Memphis 3 lost paradise It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi Institution Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry If they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed air And marketing healthcare They demonize welfare Middle class eliminated, rich get richer Till the poor get educated But some of y'all still haven't grown into your face And your face doesn't quite match your head And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left You're all, "give me ethnicity or give me dreads." Trustafundian rebel without a 'cause for alarm Cause when push turns to shove You jump into your forefathers arms He's a banker, you're part of the system Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income The briefcase The sickness When the cameras start rollinStay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim! The briefcase The sickness (Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear) When the cameras start rollin' (So we can get some) Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember Mr. Save The World, spare us the details Save the females from losing interest And Miss Save The Universe (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) You're a damsel in distress Tied down to a track of isolated incidents Generalize my disease I need a taste of what it's like Living off the fat of kings I play the scab at your hunger strike Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em One love, one life, one too many victims Republicrat, Democran, one party system Media goes in a frenzy They're stripped of their credentials Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all When the music's dead I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours With some friendly fire, that's a funny term, like civil war Six in the morning, police at my crib Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated New flavor food made of mutated hybrids Uh They tell me that it's not that bad And it fucks you up good, but its not that bad They hold on to these tails till it's the dog that wags God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords? Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword? It's the same who complain about the global war But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for They call the shots (But they're not in the line of fire) (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) I call the cops (But they break in the line of duty) Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story So what's the truth, quit seeking forgiveness (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters 'Cause they don't call the shots (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) (But they're in the line of fire) I'd like to call the cops (But they break in the line of duty) It's time to call a stop To the abuse of authority The truth keeps calling me And I'ma live to tell the story Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com