Hands Down Gandhi

I'm a soap box yelling into megaphones

Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones

Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches

The day that Chris Columbus got crucified in golden arches

My pedestal was too tall to climb off

In fact that's the reason for the high horse

And from up here I see marines and hummers on a conquest

Underdogs with wonder bras in a push up contest

All for the sake of military recruitment

It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students

I galloped off whistling Ohio

The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention

But what they'd die for

Breathe in for luck

Breathe in so deep

This air is blessed

You share with me

That clever ad campaign ain't worth

The time taken from minimum wage labor

I don't care how half naked or fake she looks

She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books

So what'd she die for

Slow down Gandhi your killin'em

Slow down Gandhi your killin'em

Hands 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 witness

Justice 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 destiny

The West Memphis 3 lost paradise

It's death penalty vs. Suicidal tendencies

All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi

Institution

Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry

If they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed air

And marketing healthcare

They demonize welfare

Middle class eliminated, rich get richer

Till the poor get educated

But some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face

And your face doesn't quite match your head

And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left

You're all, give me ethnicity or give me dreads

Trustafundian rebel without a 'cause for alarm

Cause when push turns to shove

You jump into your forefathers arms

He's a banker, you're part of the system

Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income

The briefcase

The sickness

When the cameras start rollin'

Stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!

The briefcase

The 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'em

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember

Mr. Save The World, spare us the details

Save the females from losing interest

And Miss Save The Universe

(Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember)

You're a damsel in distress

Tied down to a track of isolated incidents

Generalize my disease

I need a taste of what it's like

Living off the fat of kings

I play the scab at your hunger strike

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em

One love, one life, one too many victims

Republicrat, Democran, one party system

Media goes in a frenzy

They're stripped of their credentials

Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental

Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all

When the music’s dead I'll have Ted Nugent’s head hangin' on my wall

Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours

With some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war

Six in the morning, police at my crib

Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids

The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated

New flavor food made of mutated hybrids

Uh

They tell me that it's not that bad

And it fucks you up good, but its not that bad

They hold on to these tails till it's the dog that wags

God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag

Who'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 war

But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for

They 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 authority

The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story

So 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 scissors

You 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 stop

To the abuse of authority

The truth keeps calling me

And I'ma live to tell the story