Michael Franti & Spearhead

Michael Franti & Spearhead - Rock The Nation lyrics

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We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time 

A painful time, a time where cynicism rots the vine 

In a time where violence blocks the summer shine 

Lifetimes, go by in a flash 

In the search for love, in the search for cash 

Everybody wanna be some fat tycoon 

Everybode wanna be on a tropic honeymoon 

Nobody wanna sing a little bit out of tune 

Or be the backbone of a rebel platoon 

It's too soon to step out of line 

You might get laughed at you might get fined 

But do you fear me when I say I feel pain everyday 

When I see the way my friends gotta slave 

And never get ahead of bills they gotta pay 

No way no way! 

Some make a living doing killing Colombian penicillin 

Some are willing to play the villain they just chillin' 

To pass the time, pass the information 

Or pass the wine 

Pass the buck or pass the baton 

But you can't pass the police or the pentagon 

The I.R.S. or the upper echelon 

I think it's time to make a move on the contradiction 



[Chorus] 

Bom-Bom, rock the nation 

Take over television and radio station 



Bom-Bom the truth shall come 

Give the corporation some complication! 



This is the dawning of our time I say it one more time 

To emphasize the meaning of my rhyme 

To rise above all the dirt and grime 

Add the right spice at the right time 

Fuck the constitution 

Are we part of the solution or are we part of the pollution 

Sittin' by and wonderin' why, 

Things ain't the way we like to find them to be, to be 

For you and for me the people over there and the ones in between 

Check our habitation are we a peace lovin' nation 

Peace lovin' nation 

I have a reasonable doubt I think I'll just spell it out 

There's no need to scream or to shout 

The N.R.A. just bought a man's soul 

Then he jumps up and shouts gun control 

The government says that killin's a sin 

Unless you kill a murderer with a lethal syringe 

So I ask again "are we peace lover's then" 

Some of them slang guns when they six years old 

Some of them end up in some six foot hole 

This whole damn place seems to, lost control 

So I raise my voice before I lose my soul 



[Chorus] 



This is the way I'll express my feelings 

Vibe revealed and revolved spinnin on a record y'all 

Try to confiscate take what I communicate with 

It's ancient gift of the lip steady creating 

Activating passion vocal vibrations to the blind plus the seeing 

Human doesn't mean just being 

Be coming don't believe it just belife it 

Belongings or beloved rehearse it or recite it 

While shining drop your guns and move your tongues 

Battle motivation in no time lyrics come 

Sometimes fun others run their mouth or away 

My mind comes beaming like an early sunray 

One day we'll get the picture and all combine 

Less the talking bout mines is mine and become one mind 

Every piece of the puzzle has its place 

To build the piece of the puzzle called the human race 



Taking it long enough we crush the formal journalistic 

Dyslexic critters talk backwards to rap words 

I'm sure raising my hands with questions and demands 

Statements and a plan with a map of the land 



[Chorus]
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Language: English

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