Up on a soap box... yelling into megaphones.nKilling hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.nHad to promise that I'd stop holding my marches.nThe day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.nBut my pedestal was too tall to climb off,nIn fact, that's the reason for the high horse.nAnd from up here I can see the marines and hummers on a conquest,nUnderdogs with wonderbras in a push up contest,nAll for the sake of military recruitment.nIt felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,nI galloped off whistling Ohio.nThe rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.nnWho would they die for?nIs it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor? (Breathe in for luck)nAn abominable colony of cyborgs. (Breathe in so deep)nClogging up the property that I called with eye sores. (This air is blessed, you share with me)nnThat clever ad campaign ain't worthnThe time taken from minimum wage labor.nI don't care how half naked or fake she looks,nShe smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.nWho would she die for? (Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em)nWho would she die for? (Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em)nnHands down this is the best day I can ever remember.....nnNow it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;nCase dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.nJustice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density.nIt leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.nThe West Memphis 3 lost paradise,nIt's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.nAll I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.nInstitution.nMaking you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.nIf they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed air,nand marketing healthcare.nThey demonize welfare.nMiddle class eliminated, rich get richerntill the poor get educated.nBut some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face,nAnd your face doesn't quite match your head.nAnd I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,nYou're all, give me ethnicity or give me dreads!nTrustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,nBecause when push turns to shovenYou jump into your forefather's arms.nHe's a banker. You're part of the system,nOff go the dreadlocks, in comes the income.nThe briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom. (Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear)nWhen the cameras start rolling stay the fuck outta the picture, pilgrim. (So we can get some)nSlow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.nnHands down this is the best day I can ever remember.....nnMr. Save The World... spare us the details.nSave the females from losing interest.nAnd Miss Save The Universe... You're a damsel in distress.nTied down to a track of isolated incidentsnGeneralize my disease, I need a taste of what it's likenLiving off the fat of kings. I'll play the scab at your hunger strike.nSlow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.nnOne love, one life, one too many victims.nRepublicrat, Democran, one party system.nMedia goes in a frenzy,nThey're stripped of their credentials.nPresidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.nLet 'em freestyle, winner takes all,nWhen the music’s dead I'll have Ted Nugent’s head hangin' on my wall.nKill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.nWith some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war.nSix in the morning, police at my crib.nNow my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids.nThe crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.nNew flavor food made of mutated hybrids.nUghh. They tell me that it's not...that...bad.nAnd it fucks you up good, but its not...that...bad.nThey hold on to these tails till it's the dog...that...wags.nGod save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.nWho's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?nWho can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?nIt's the same who complain about the global war,nBut can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.nThey call the shots, but they're not in the line of fire. (Hands down this is the best day...)nI'd call the cops but they break in the line of duty.nLets call a stop to the abuse of authority.nThe truth keeps calling me, and I'm a live to tell the story.nnSo look for truth. Quit seeking forgiveness. (Hands down this is the best day I can ever...)nYou need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissorsnYou support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?nJust bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.nnCause They don't call the shots, but they're in the line of fire. (Hands down this is the best day I can ever...)nI'd call the cops but they break in the line of duty.nIt's time to call a stop to the abuse of authority.nThe truth keeps calling me, and I'm a live to tell the story.nnnn