I Am American #6 - Radical Empire
Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 8:20 pm
yo, woke up this morning, thought I'd ride a bike or go on a ten mile hike/
feeling childlike, I pointed at the sky, it was wildlife/
not a flying kite, what a surprising sight through that shining light/
I was inspired, it was time to write, I was on fire, dynamite/
I'm not the science type, one might see this black and white/
let's skip past the hype, tell me if these facts are right/
we can fix cracks in a shuttle for a Nasa flight, elect Eric Massa twice/
map a massive strike on the Taliban from a track device with a satellite/
yet we can't be that concise to patch a pipe with some fast advice/
I feel trapped like pac at a traffic light, my active life has been slashed to pieces/
with a plastic knife, applying an adhesive, I dropped from the top like a faulty ski lift/
I fell off, Alex Wright, people are so facetious, I'll never go back to that like an elastic band/
rather crash a van, be trapped in sand, during a traffic jam with a catholic man in Packistan/
I've got a fantastic plan, maybe I'll sell contraband, there's a strong demand/
but I don't want to be a common man, in "Zombieland", like an Obama fan/
boarding a plane with a bomb in hand, about to drop it on Iran/
I pass the full body scan, and the god damn sonogram/
its all a scam, with a media twist, writers have a huge void to fill/
the good ones aren't getting plugged like that oil spill/
we had a choice to drill, but we enjoy the thrill to destroy and kill/
its all water under the bridge, the rivers just poison filled/
and the boys are still getting raped by priests, you have to sit back in awe/
while the congress is passing laws, I'm on the street cracking jaws/
these hacks and frauds, lack a cause, I'll show them a real act of God/
not a back massage, a complete hatchet job on a catholic mob with an axe and saw/
critics attack my flaws, claim I'm spitting vial hate, at least I don't inspire child rape/
how long will we decide to wait, how many kids do they need to violate?/
we also have sickos in cyberspace, is this a mile race or just a wild chase/
every minute another violent case is filed in a safe, or thrown in a fireplace/
which flies in the face of those who are lying awake crying, suicide, trying to escape/
I'd rather acquire a taste for dieting shakes then make that giant mistake/
while this radical empire is a fortress of hate, its time to force the debate/
grab a torch and a stake, for supporting this horror estate/
the churches worst historical case of unreported torture and rape/
first we conquered a dictatorial state when chasing oil, now we destroy kill and slay/
murdering animals, in the most deplorable way with a royal display of moral decay/
its important to say, our troops are great, don't hate on memorial day/
but we are not out of the woods, yes, I'll resort to an old forest cliche/
feeling childlike, I pointed at the sky, it was wildlife/
not a flying kite, what a surprising sight through that shining light/
I was inspired, it was time to write, I was on fire, dynamite/
I'm not the science type, one might see this black and white/
let's skip past the hype, tell me if these facts are right/
we can fix cracks in a shuttle for a Nasa flight, elect Eric Massa twice/
map a massive strike on the Taliban from a track device with a satellite/
yet we can't be that concise to patch a pipe with some fast advice/
I feel trapped like pac at a traffic light, my active life has been slashed to pieces/
with a plastic knife, applying an adhesive, I dropped from the top like a faulty ski lift/
I fell off, Alex Wright, people are so facetious, I'll never go back to that like an elastic band/
rather crash a van, be trapped in sand, during a traffic jam with a catholic man in Packistan/
I've got a fantastic plan, maybe I'll sell contraband, there's a strong demand/
but I don't want to be a common man, in "Zombieland", like an Obama fan/
boarding a plane with a bomb in hand, about to drop it on Iran/
I pass the full body scan, and the god damn sonogram/
its all a scam, with a media twist, writers have a huge void to fill/
the good ones aren't getting plugged like that oil spill/
we had a choice to drill, but we enjoy the thrill to destroy and kill/
its all water under the bridge, the rivers just poison filled/
and the boys are still getting raped by priests, you have to sit back in awe/
while the congress is passing laws, I'm on the street cracking jaws/
these hacks and frauds, lack a cause, I'll show them a real act of God/
not a back massage, a complete hatchet job on a catholic mob with an axe and saw/
critics attack my flaws, claim I'm spitting vial hate, at least I don't inspire child rape/
how long will we decide to wait, how many kids do they need to violate?/
we also have sickos in cyberspace, is this a mile race or just a wild chase/
every minute another violent case is filed in a safe, or thrown in a fireplace/
which flies in the face of those who are lying awake crying, suicide, trying to escape/
I'd rather acquire a taste for dieting shakes then make that giant mistake/
while this radical empire is a fortress of hate, its time to force the debate/
grab a torch and a stake, for supporting this horror estate/
the churches worst historical case of unreported torture and rape/
first we conquered a dictatorial state when chasing oil, now we destroy kill and slay/
murdering animals, in the most deplorable way with a royal display of moral decay/
its important to say, our troops are great, don't hate on memorial day/
but we are not out of the woods, yes, I'll resort to an old forest cliche/