by Joe Hillshoist » Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:51 am
Oh my, oh my God<br>out here mama they got us livin’ suicide<br>singin’ oh my, oh my God<br>out here mama they got us livin’ genocide<br><br>Slam bam I come unseen<br>but like gasoline you tell I’m in the tank<br>like money in the bank<br>I smell appealing, but I’m toxic, can send you reeling<br>without an inklin’, keep ya thinkin’<br>‘cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead<br>fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin’ nothin’s wrong<br>still believing the systems workin’<br>while half of my people are still out of workin’<br>anonymous notesleft in the pockets and coats<br>of judges and juries from ‘Frisco and Jersey<br>threats and protests politicians mob debts<br>trumped up charges and phony arrests<br>stage a lethal injection, the night before the election<br>‘cause he got donations from the prison guard’s union<br>(chorus)<br><br>Listen to my stethoscope on a rope<br>internal lullabies, human cries<br>thumps and silence, the language and violence<br>algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic<br>you can make a life longer, but you can’t save it<br>you can make a clone and then you try to enslave it?<br>stealin’ DNA samples from the unborn<br>and then you comin’ after us<br>‘cause we sampled a James Brown horn?<br>scientists who’s God is progress<br>a four-headed sheep is their latest project<br>the CIA runin’ like that Jones from Indiana<br>but they still won’t talk about that Jones in Guyana<br>this ain’t no cartoon, no one slips on bananas<br>do you really think that that car killed Diana<br>hell I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK<br><br>I slept with Marilyn she sung me “Happy Birthday”<br>singin’<br>(chorus)<br><br>Well politicians got lipstick on the collar<br>the whole media started to holler<br>but I don’t give a fuck who they screwin’ in private<br>I wanna know who they screwin’ in public<br>robbin’, cheatin’, stealin’<br>white collar criminal<br>McDonald eatin, you deserve a beatin’<br>send you home a weepin’, with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend<br>for just about anything they can bust us<br>false advertising sayin’ “Halls of Justice”<br>you tellin’ the youth don’t be so violent<br>then you drop bombs on every single continent<br>mandatory minimum sentencin’<br>‘cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine<br>do that again another ten up in the pen<br>I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution<br>singin’<br>(chorus) <br><br><br>Spearhead <p></p><i></i>