There once was a song called Arrest The President
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list
And the cool kids were all rockin' votes
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop, booyea!
On my soap box yellin' into megaphones
Killin' hard rocks usin' carcasses as steppin' stones
Had to promise that I'd stop holdin' my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on 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 Wonderbras 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 whistlin', Ohio
The rest of them, stuck doin' stand up at a cricket convention
What would they die for?
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs
Cloggin' up the property that I bought with eyesores
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
What would she die for?
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Now it's whistle blower versus 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
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise
It's death penalty versus suicidal tendencies
All I wanted was a fuckin' Pepsi Institution
Makin' 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 marketin' healthcare, they demonize welfare
Middle class eliminated rich get richer til 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 waitin' 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 freebase, the sickness, the symptom
When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom
When the cameras start rollin'
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' 'em
Mr. Save The World, spare us the details
Save the females from losin' interest
And Miss Save The Universe 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
Livin' 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
Republic rat, Democrat, 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 consist of two toothpicks and eyelids
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids
Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad
It fucks you up good, but it's not that bad
They hold on to these tales 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
I call the cops but they're breakin' the line of duty
Let's call a stop to the abuse of authority
The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story
So look for truth, quit seekin' forgiveness
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors
You support the troops by wearin' yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfuckin' brothers and sisters
'Cause they don't call the shots but they're in the line of fire
I'd like to call the cops but they're breakin' 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
Meadow superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from a farm, reachin' with your arm
Come away with me to another ranch
We can rely on a tree-branch, greeting is on

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