Hands Down Gandhi

I'm a soap box yelling into megaphonesKilling hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stonesHad to promise that I'd stop holding my marchesThe day that Chris Columbus got crucified in golden archesMy pedestal was too tall to climb offIn fact that's the reason for the high horseAnd from up here I see marines and hummers on a conquestUnderdogs with wonder bras in a push up contestAll for the sake of military recruitmentIt felt like Kent State the way they targeted the studentsI galloped off whistling "Ohio."The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket conventionBut what they'd die forBreathe in for luck,Breathe in so deep,This air is blessed,You share with meThat clever ad campaign ain't worthThe time taken from minimum wage laborI don't care how half naked or fake she looksShe smells like dirty cash and aged paper booksSo what'd she die forSlow down Gandhi your killin'emSlow down Gandhi your killin'emHands down this is the best day I can ever remember,(Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder)Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witnessJustice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density(Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destinyThe West Memphis 3 lost paradiseIt's death penalty vs. suicidal tendenciesAll I wanted was a fucking PepsiInstitutionMaking you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industryIf they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed airAnd marketing healthcareThey demonize welfareMiddle class eliminated, rich get richerTill the poor get educatedBut some of y'all still haven't grown into your faceAnd your face doesn't quite match your headAnd I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's leftYou're all, "give me ethnicity or give me dreads."Trustafundian rebel without a 'cause for alarmCause when push turns to shoveYou jump into your forefathers armsHe's a banker, you're part of the systemOff go the dreadlocks in comes the incomeThe briefcaseThe sicknessWhen the cameras start rollinStay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!The briefcaseThe sickness (Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear)When the cameras start rollin' (So we can get some)Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'emHands down this is the best day I can ever rememberMr. Save The World, spare us the detailsSave the females from losing interestAnd Miss Save The Universe(Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)You're a damsel in distressTied down to a track of isolated incidentsGeneralize my diseaseI need a taste of what it's likeLiving off the fat of kingsI play the scab at your hunger strikeSlow down Gandhi, you're killin'emOne love, one life, one too many victimsRepublicrat, Democran, one party systemMedia goes in a frenzyThey're stripped of their credentialsPresidential candidates can't debate over this instrumentalLet 'em freestyle, winner takes allWhen the music's dead I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wallKill one of ours, we'll kill one of yoursWith some friendly fire, that's a funny term, like civil warSix in the morning, police at my cribNow my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelidsThe crucifix and vitamins, music that is piratedNew flavor food made of mutated hybridsUhThey tell me that it's not that badAnd it fucks you up good, but its not that badThey hold on to these tails till it's the dog that wagsGod save us all if he lets the cat out the bagWho'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 warBut can't overthrow the local joker that they voted forThey call the shots(But they're not in the line of fire) (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)I call the cops(But they break in the line of duty)Lets call a stop to the abuse of authorityThe truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the storySo what's the truth, quit seeking forgiveness (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissorsYou support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters'Cause they don't call the shots(Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) (But they're in the line of fire)I'd like to call the cops(But they break in the line of duty)It's time to call a stopTo the abuse of authorityThe truth keeps calling meAnd I'ma live to tell the story