Chords for Slow down Gandhi - Sage Francis

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There once was a song called Arrest the President.
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit.
But politics, it was on everybody's hot this summer list.
And the cool kids were all rockin' votes.
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop.
I'm a soapbox, yellin' into megaphone, killin' hard rocks, usin' carcasses as stepping [Am] stones.
Had a promise that I'd stop holding my marches, the day that Chris [B] Columbus got crucified and holding [Am] 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 who've won the bras
in a push-up contest.
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State [B] the way they targeted the [Am] students.
A Gallup ball, [F#] whistling Ohio, the rest [Am] of them stuck doing stand [B]-up at a cricket convention.
[Am] Who would they die for?
Is it the same machine that leads the colony of fly-poor?
And the promenade, colony of thigh-boys, clock-nosed, a [B] property that I'd want with [Am] eyesore.
That clever ad campaign ain't Murph.
The time taken for minimum wage labor.
[Am] I don't care how half [F#]-naked or fake she looks.
[Am] She smells like dirty cash [Bm] and aged paper books.
[Am] Who would she die for?
Slow down, Ronnie, you're killin' him.
[A] Slow down, Ronnie, you're [Am] killin' him. _ _ _
_ _ _ Now it's whistleblower versus the pistol holder.
[E] Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
[A] Justice is the whim [E] of a judge.
Check his chest density.
It leaves much room for error and the rest [A] left to destiny.
The West [E] Memphis Three lost paradise.
It's death penalty versus suicidal [A] tendencies.
All I wanted was [E] a fucking Pepsi.
[F] Institution, making you think you're crazy.
It's a [Am] billion dollar industry.
They could sell sanity in a bottle, baby, charging for compressed air.
They're marketing healthcare, demonized 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 hair.
And I'm waiting for her brain to fill the dead space that's left.
You all give me ethnicity or give me dread.
Trust a fundie and rebel [G] without a cause for [C] alarm.
Cause when push turns to [G] shove, you jump into your [A] forefather's arms.
He's a [G] banker, you're part of the [F] system.
Off go the [G] dreadlocks, in comes the [A] income.
The briefcase, the [G] briefcase, the sickness, the [F] symptom.
When the cameras start [G] rollin', see the fuck outta the [Am] picture, pill briefcase.
[G] The briefcase, the briefcase, the sickness, the [C] symptom.
When the cameras start [G] rollin', slow down, Gandhi, you're [A] killing them.
Missed to save the world, spare us the details.
Saved the females from losing interest.
And missaved the universe, [G] you're a damn fool in [F] distress.
Tied down to a [G] track of isolated incidents.
[A] Generalize my [G] disease, I need a taste of what it's like.
Living off the fat of kings, I play the scab at your [A] hunger strike.
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[F] _ [G] Slow down, Gandhi, you're [A] killing them.
One love, [G] one life, one too many [F] victims.
Republicrat, [G] Democrat, one party [Am] system.
Media goes in a [G] frenzy, they're stripped of their [F] credentials.
Presidential [G] candidates can't debate over this [Am] instrumental.
Let them [G] freestyle, winner takes [F] all.
When the music's dead, I'll [G] have Ted Nugent's head hanging [Am] on my wall.
Kill one of [D] ours, we'll kill one of [F] yours.
With some friendly fire, [G] that's a funny term, like [Am] civil war.
Six in the [G] morning, police at my [F] crib.
Now my nights [G] consist of two toothpicks and [Am] eyelids.
Crucifix and [G] vitamins, music that is [F] pirated.
New flavors, [G] food made of mutated [Am] hybrids.
They [G] tell me that it's not that [F] bad.
It fucks you up [G] good, but it's not that [Am] bad.
They hold onto these [G] tails to lift the dog that [F] whacks.
God save us all [G] if he lets the cattle get [Am] back.
I'm the one to [G] blame for this train of my [F] hopeful course.
Who can [G] tend to hateful threat but can't [Am] hold a sword?
It's the [G] same who complain about the [F] global war
but can't overthrow [G] the local Joker that they [Am] voted for.
They call the [G] shots, but they're not in the line [F] of fire.
I call the [G] cops, but they break in the line [Am] of duty.
Let's call a [G] stop to the abuse of [F] authority.
The truth keeps [G] calling me, and I'mma live to [A] tell the story.
So look, my truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in [G] scissors.
You support the troops, but wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfucking brothers and [F] sisters.
Cause they don't call the shots, but they're in the line of fire.
I'd like to call the cops, but they break in the [E] line of duty.
Let's call a stop to the abuse of [G] authority.
The truth keeps calling me, and I'mma live [A] to tell the story. _ _
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