lyrics
Ice on the run, seas on the rise.
Liberal lies, there is no big thaw.
I have a list of authors I refuse to read, afraid one might plant a seed in the perfect garden of what I believe
Now I agree to a certain degree that every Arab starts a fight.
And America's initial inhabitants were, of course, white.
But the Cherokee you see are happier now, because after that long haul at least we gave them alcohol.
I'm not trying to say we should believe all these things. I'm just trying to say we can hear better with our hands off our ears.
I learned from my chef of the damage that we left in our heroic carpet bombs. Lost his brother and mom. Now he works in the land that brought that death-that's a loving Viet chef. Lost his baby brother and his mom to an American bomb.
I refuse to believe in collateral damage.
I refuse to scare tactics.
No us, no them, just we, who are free.
You can't detain. Entertain, entertainment is the problem in America.
No bombs, just sex, pride, drugs and thugs.
Sex is only a text away for most attractive women.
And it's hard to say how it got this way, so far from the beginning.
And it's not that parents don't care, it's just us kids have keep such hush they're unaware. And (believe me) they don't wanna be aware.
Yeah, my friend got knocked up, no big deal.
We've bought into this mass sex appeal.
I'ma be, I'ma be--keep my hands off.
You can keep your pretty-boy swag.
(I don't wanna gag.)
Gucci's turnin' everybody into hoochies.
This place seems so messed up.
Do I really have to drink this cup?
There's no epiphany. No nation to set us free.
Just follow the teachings of a Man from Galilee.
"Love thy neighbor as thyself".
credits
license
all rights reserved