Sage Francis - Slow Down Ghandi lyrics

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 sh** you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop, booyea! On my soap box yellin' into megaphones k**in' hard rocks usin' carca**es 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 k**in' em Slow down Gandhi, you're k**in' 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 d**h penalty versus suicidal tendencies All I wanted was a f**in' 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 cla** 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 f** outta the picture pilgrim! The briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom When the cameras start rollin' Slow down Gandhi, you're k**in' '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 k**in' '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 k** one of ours, we'll k** 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 f**s 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 motherf**in' 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