Oh My God

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Michael Franti

Michael Franti (born April 21, 1966) is an American poet, musician, and composer. He is the creator and lead vocalist of Michael Franti & Spearhead, a band that blends hip hop with a variety of other styles including funk, reggae, jazz, folk, and rock. He is also an outspoken supporter for a wi… more »

Oh-my, oh-my God!
Out here mama they got us livin' suicide 
Singin' oh-my, oh-my God!
Out here mama they got us livin' genocide 

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 ya reeling  Without an inklin', keep ya thinkin'
'cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
 Fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin' nothin's wrong 
Sellin' firewater but outlawing the bong
 Still believing the system is workin'
 While half of my people are still outta workin'
 Anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats 
Of judges and juries from 'Frisco to Jersey  Threats and protests politicians mob debts  Trumped up charges and phoney arrests
 Stage a lethal injection, the night before the election 
'cause he got donations from the prison guard's union 


 Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope
 International 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 an then you try to enslave it?
Stealin' DNA samples from the onborn 
And then you comin' after us
'cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
 Scientists who's 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 (Jim) Jones 
(People's Temple mass suicide) 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 Reagan, I shot JFK,
I slept with Marilyn (Monroe) she sung me happy birthday


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 want to 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 fulla medicine 
Do that again another ten up in the pen
I feel so mad I want to bomb an institution 



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Oh My God