“Uncle Sam Goddamn”

[Intro:]
Ah, the name of this song is Uncle Sam goddamn
It’s a show tune but the show ain’t been written for it yet
We’re gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for
me
And straighten me out right quick
I like it so far man
…Yeah, come on, lets go

[Chorus]
Welcome to the United Snakes
Land of the thief home of the slave
Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud
Lets do this shit for real, come on now

[Verse 1:]
Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
Stolen for the cross in the name of God
Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
Written to the pages of the law good lord
The Cold Continent latch key child
Ran away one day and started acting foul
King of where the wild things are daddy’s proud
cos the Roman Empire done passed it down
Imported and tortured a work force
and never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
Now the grown up Goliath nation
Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it?
Nothing can save ya, you question the reign
You get rushed in and chained up
Fist raised but I must be insane
cos I can’t figure a single goddamn way to change it

[Chorus x2]
Welcome to the United Snakes
Land of the thief home of the slave
The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

[Verse 2:]
All must bow to the fat were lazy
The fuck you obey me and why do they hate me (who me?)
Only two generations away
from the world’s most despicable slavery trade
Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
that it can’t be changed to this day
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think we no longer need chains
to be slaves
Lord it’s a shameful display
The overseers even got raped along the way
Cause the children cant escape from the pain
and they’re born with poisoness hatred in their veins
Try n’ separate a man from his soul
you only strengthen him and lose your own
But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne
Remind him that this is my home (now I’m gone)

[Chorus x2]

Hold up give me one right here
Hold on

[Verse 3:]
You don’t give money to the bums
on a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums
Talking about you don’t support a crackhead
What you think happens to the money from your taxes
Shit the governments an addict
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
And even if you aint on the front line
when massah yell crunch time you right back at it
Plain look at how you hustling backwards
At the end of the year add up what they subtracted
Three outta twelve months your salary pays for that madness
Man, that’s savage
What’s left get a big ass plasma
To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
Only approved questions get answered
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem

[Chorus x2]

[instrumental break]

[vocals: Mankwe Ndosi]
(You’re so low)
Custom made (You’re so low)
To consume the noose (You’re so low)
Keep saying we’re free (You’re so low)
But we’re all just loose (You’re so low)

[Repeat til fade:]
Custom made (You’re so low)
To consume the noose (You’re so low)
Keep saying we’re free (You’re so low)
But we’re all just loose (You’re so low)

“Work Everyday”

Damn, man. I’m broker than an old VCR, man. I need a job. Are they hiring at your
Job? I got a stack of red bills at my house. It looks like Valentine’s Day at the crib. My
Kids are eating left-over leftovers, man. I can’t fool them no more. It’s job time

[Hook:]
Every day every day
Got to work every day
Every day every day
Got to work every day

[Verse 1:]
My God there’s got to be more to life than this
There’s got to be a bigger reason that I exist
Work to eat to earn my keep
To ensure somewhere to sleep and spend the weekend buying shit

Don’t need economists to know I need pot to piss
Follow politics man I ain’t got time to think
What I got to set aside for my retirement
Cop a double shift pay somebody to watch the kids

Sick of all this but can’t take an off day
Doctor’s office I can’t swing the co pay
Trapped in a network luck just to get work
They celebrate every week nobody gets hurt

Greed could never leave well enough alone
They keep on squeezing till we bleed from every bone
And we’ll strive hard and stress about the rent
Probably still die poor and in debt without a cent but

[Hook]

I guess I’ll carry my ass down to the county and see what they’re talking about. But
You know they treat you like you shot somebody just because you need a little help

[Verse 2:]
You’re telling my you ain’t never been down on your luck
Never tried to make them ends meet but just got stuck
Never slaved at a gig like a bum with a cup
Added all your pennies up and you still ain’t had enough

And the jobs full up they ain’t hiring
I’m barely surviving not enough to get by with
Hunger is a constant problem stomach steady growling
People getting shot in my environment

Study go to college is what them people hollering
Too many road blocks in the way it’s not an option
To say that it’s impossible I would be lying
But you ain’t got a chance if you’re not up in that top ten

A couple got a scholarship but I am not them
Ain’t got the skills to pay the bills so my pockets are thin
So until I cop a gig and my hardship ends
Fixing to line my self up at your welfare office again

And I expect to be accepted as the man that I am
Respectfully and appreciatively Ma’am
God damn you must be out of your mind

[Hook]

Do you see this Tea Party stuff, man? Them people look broke their damn self. Are
They serious?

[Verse 3:]
People stressing here’s the question
How they get people drinking tea in a recession
It’s deception how absurd is this
How are so many poor people conservative

A pro artist I put it in the good music
A con artist job’s to make you look stupid
Lookie here I’ll teach you how to look trough it
First thing you need to know every con got a hook to it

They seduce you with a little wealth
Say you could have some of these crumbs for yourself
If the government doesn’t make us help anyone else
You stuck a red sign on your foreclosed house

Make you think you’re taking back your nation
Then they turn it over to a major corporation
Those companies took the jobs overseas
And you handed them the wallet out your pocket for free

You’re staring in the sky with dollar signs for eyes
The blind right wing of a bird that can’t fly
Just a peacock with a poked out gut
Who’s too fat to fly so his ass just strut but

[Hook]

They’re so criminal minded we’ve been blinded
Looking for an honest job and can’t find it
They got a job bill we got a light bill
If we don’t pay ours our life is quite real