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(chorus) Oh my, oh my God Oh mama they got us livin’ suicide Singin’ oh my, oh my God Oh mama they got us livin’ genocide Oh my, Oh my God Slam bam I come unseen But like gasoline you can tell I’m in the tank Like money in the bank I smell appealing, but I’m toxic, can send you reeling Without an inklin’, keep ya thinkin’ ‘Cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead Fuck you up in the head, but still they sayin’ nothin’s wrong Selling fire-water but outlawin’ the bong Still believing the system is workin’ While half of my people are still out of workin’ Anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats Of judges and juries from ‘Frisco and Jersey Threats and protests politicians mob debts Trumped up charges and phony arrests Stage a lethal injection, the night before the election ‘Cause he got donations from the prison guard’s union (chorus) Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope Internal lullabies, human cries Thumps and silence, the language of violence Algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic You can make a life longer, but you can’t save it You can make a clone and then you try to enslave it? Stealin’ DNA samples from the unborn And then you comin’ after us ‘Cause we sampled a James Brown horn? Scientists whose God is progress A four-headed sheep is their latest project The CIA runnin’ like that Jones from Indiana But they still won’t talk about that Jones in Guyana This ain’t no cartoon, no one slips on bananas Do you really think that that car killed Diana? Hell, I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK I slept with Marilyn she sung me “Happy Birthday” (chorus) Well politicians got lipstick on the collar The whole media started to holler But I don’t give a fuck who they screwin’ in private I wanna know who they screwin’ in public Robbin’, cheatin’, stealin’ White collar criminal McDonald eatin’, you deserve a beatin’ Send you home a weepin’, with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend For just about anything they can bust us False advertising sayin’ “Halls of Justice” You tellin’ the youth don’t be so violent Then you drop bombs on every single continent Mandatory minimum sentencin’ ‘Cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine Do that again another ten up in the pen I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution singin’ (chorus)
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