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#123,191 today
Peak #863
#75,931 in subgenre
Peak #488
Author
DaMACKaroni
Uploaded
March 12, 2006
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:50
Lyrics
Have you ever lied to your country, Ever lied so bluntly
Ever lied so that when you die ya might cry cuz your gut be
Wrenched in turmoil, and clenched in the toils
Of bein the reason a mother’s son is in the soil
Usin a gun for some oil, no stop til the spoils
Of battle are had full of blood that just boils
Is all this an illusion, your methods of confusion
Were used and abused to find weapons of mass delusion
An ass backwards solution to the problems at hand
never been a bigger Joker since the first Batman
And I can’t stand for this man’s uncanny disregard
For the peace meant to exist from the word of God
part of this country thinks the almighty is in love with them
They might be right but he sure aint a republican
What would jesus do, would he grab an M-16
Would he head to Iraq and kill men that’s 16
It’s simply hypocritical, and miserable to think
that This country has to change cuz we’re livin on the brink,
so think about what you sayin talkin big about your slayins
These are human beings, ya some are bad but some are caught between
Good and evil, shouldn’t people act like Christians on a mission
I’m wishin that the vision of leadership is all we’re missing
Cuz if we do our duty we can get rid of this abomination
And then elect Barack and have an Obama nation
You can’t hear me
I’m speakin soft so hear me
This is what I’m hopin for
A dream for the hoping poor
Open up the doors
Bigger plights on Dimmer Nights, Figures might
Trigger fights until we all Spill the Light
on people that just kill n fight,
real is right, Feel the spite
obey your thirst for oil like we drill for sprite
Mr. Bush drank one too many miller lites
Treasure lifes then pleasure might overcome the horrors that
Lead to misconceptions like the perception of being poor is black
Or more than that, a muslim is a terrorist
Or two people of the same sex are forbid to even share a kiss
I don’t share in this, but I don’t give two squirts of piss
About whether a man wants to be called a sir or Miss
And after all of this, what will be the outcome
Will we find out we could have won this war even without guns?
Or how about we gave our president to much leeway
Or now the military recruits and need gays
These days are like freeways without lines
Looking back its like a replay of lost time
Across minds we must pull together a
measure of solutions to solve the endeavor of
Mecca to Jerusalem, Bethlehem to Jews and them
Blacks to Whites, Crack and Pipes, to many usin them
The clues become evident in the sentiment
That betterment starts with us becoming better men
Like Letterman it’s getting late
Get up an men pull your weight
Let us know your care about your future and your better fate
Levitate beyond the problems, things are wrong you got to solve em
Keep the world revolving, keep the change man, and keep evolving
Into a better person, the work is considered endless
And prove the fact that money for lives is always senseless
