Hey there! Ya you, just sittin’ tight and pretty
with your bacardi and rum think you one uped my city?
Well then, ya better run
before I start some fun
watch you squirm out in the sun,
like a bug I got my mag glass gun.
Comin at ya harder than Woody Allan’s woody
on Miss America day.
Let’s face the facts,
and stay on track.
It’s startin’ to look wack,
Gettin’ steamed over a bag of someone else’s money
You’re thief and ya know it,
but you crew is gettin’ awfully runny
and it aint even funny.
Thin to the bones like one by one
they drop you like Suzy’s pantihoes.
Plus gettin’ knocked out by your old lady in stilettos
who won’t forget
promises never kept
or the day you left
only bruises, scars and
shame upon your depart.
Tried “sorry” with a dozen roses.
As if the act would hide you're guilty composure.
Empty love is nothing but a weak heart
and a man with a weak heart,
is a man with missing parts.
what you did made remorse fade quickly to regret,
through her life off course.
Now I’m back to make you sweat,
get off your high horse..
This is the last time you take any woman’s voice,
‘cause in the end, we always have a choice.
So watch out Woody before ya try to cease my fire
rip through my style, then burn out by my desire.
go ahead and try
while I’m kissin’ you're hypocritical white collar trash
goodbye.
We know it’s just another class act but you don’t even try
Boo Whoo, now don’tcha wanna cry
hum, drum, a lullaby.
You wouldn’t wanna have to leave your own kids behind, wouldja?
without even a single kiss goodbye!
And to all the politicians,
from the people here in the trenches,
we comprehend more than you give us credit for,
We smell your scum the second you walk through the door
We only pretend to ignore.
Haters preachin; all that doublespeak
need to cease all the bullshit you call peace,
Did you think there would not be some moralistic leak-
starin’ through your peep hole
at the secrets you try to keep?
Spying like you spy on us without
even a warrant.
So disturbing, most refuse to see
what’s right under their noses.
As we know, that shit don’t fly
especially for a guy unwillingly fled to Iraq
without even a reason why
and you wonder why he cracked?
we don’t even know how he died-
no body ever found.
To follow Bush law I guess-
to clean up his mess.
-along with spreading wicked lies,
He had to put on a cracked disguise.
9/11 stole many lives and was sensationalized all over the news.
But then when WTC7 fell the same afternoon, no plane hit through.
explosions were heard
but no one would respect their word.
Bush even said, and I quote,
“You are either with us, or you're with the terrorists.”
making the baby boomers head spin,
thought the conspiracies would never end
but where did it all begin?
Was it on that unforgettable day in November, 1963
when Kennedy was shot in broad daylight
and they pinned it on a ex-marine -
the perfect CIA pawn.
We are told to keep our lips shut and our eyes closed.
Yet all this hate and greed built up, deceit upon deceit
until we all became one with the machine.
Stirring up hate in the wrong direction
How could one entire nation neglect
what’s right in their faces…
instead they just decide to change the station?
Pride, ego, insecurity, basically it all comes down to fear.
Let it all go and move together, to restore nation.
An old school founding father stood tall by The Constitution law.
Now, it’s been erased, without even a trace.
Lincoln said these words to our entire nation,
“Together we stand, divided we fall”
without a single hesitation,
Ya know why? ‘Cause he was an honest guy.
and without deceptive motives nether.
So what are we so afraid of?
Isn’t he the one we’re supposed to believe in ?
Along with the Kennedys, Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela, Ralph Nader and Ron Paul too!
The ones who preached for freedom
but still they took the fall…!
So what is it all about?
Should we all just scream and shout?
After all, it’s not what the fighting is supposed to be about.
Civil War is what they want, so they can enforce Martial Law,
put us up against the wall, like Orwell’s 1984.
Every posse on my block is filled with doubt
ya because you cashed in
gave your wallet to a half wit
signed your name on the line & then cashed it.
What were you thinking?
Did ya think we were sinkin’?
Sellin’ out was what we’d promise we’d never do.
Afterall, I had just met you before all this shit went through
and now it’s platinum too.
So what’s all this amount to?
Some kinda foolish disguise
to cover up you're wicked lies?
I don’t think so!
You may see me as weak
because I stutter when I speak
but that only started since I met you.
So leave us alone and find you're own place in the sand.
If I had met you in another land,
would this have all been planned?
Would you regret it?
Forget it, you would not understand!
