Oh My God - Michael Franti

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Embed: And we say, " nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah"

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 wanna 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 anythin' they can bust us, false advertisin' 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 wanna bomb an institution

Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

And we say, "nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah"
And we say, " nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah"
So we keep movin' on movin on 'cause they never gonna

Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, no
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
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Oh My God Lyrics

Oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

Slam bam I come unseen but like gasoline, you can tell I'm in the tank
Like money in the bank, I smell appealin' but I'm toxic can send ya
Reelin' 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 outlawin'
The bong still believin' 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

Oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope, internal 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 unborn
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 Jones 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, she sung me happy birthday

Oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

And we say, "nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah"
And we say, " nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah"

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 wanna 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 anythin' they can bust us, false advertisin' 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 wanna bomb an institution

Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' genocide
Singin', oh my, oh my God
In my mind they got us livin' suicide
Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God

And we say, "nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah"
And we say, " nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah"
So we keep movin' on movin on 'cause they never gonna

Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, stop us no, stop us no
Stop us no, no
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

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Michael Franti (born April 21, 1966, in Oakland, California) is an African, Irish, and German American poet, musician, and composer. Franti is the creator and driving force behind Michael Franti & Spearhead, a band that blends hip hop with a variety of other styles including funk, reggae, folk, and rock.

Franti was part of the industrial punk band The Beatnigs with DJ Rono Tse, which released a self-titled LP, and an EP Television on Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles records. His next project, The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, found Franti continuing his collaboration with Tse, and working with jazz guitarist Charlie Hunter, and electronic musicians Mark Pistel (Consolidated) and Jack Dangers (Meat Beat Manifesto). The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy wrote biting, progressive lyrics that railed against the injustice of the world and yearned for democratic reform, set to a fusion of industrial and hip hop. Their first album won acclaim for its social commentary, and they were chosen by U2 to open for their Zoo TV Tour.

Franti and the Disposable Heroes put together another record of music accompanying novelist William Burroughs' readings for an album entitled Spare Ass Annie and Other Tales. This album diverged greatly from the style of the band's previous work, as they were largely providing musical background and accompaniment to Burroughs' spoken readings from several of his books.

In 1994, Franti formed a new band called Spearhead. While he continued to create politically and socially conscious lyrics, Spearhead's music drew more from funk and soul than the industrial sound of his previous groups. Spearhead released their first album, Home, in September of 1994. Their follow up album Chocolate Supa Highway was released in March of 1997. It should be noted that these two albums were released under the band name "Spearhead", while the name on all subsequent albums would be "Michael Franti & Spearhead".

In 1999, Franti retreated from the major-label grind to explore his music and politics. He returned the following year as an organizer and cultural worker tied to the rising movements against the death penalty, the prison-industrial complex and corporate globalization, voicing his observations through his music.

Stay Human was released in 2000 on his own indie label, Boo Boo Wax and Six Degrees. The album's themes are justice and survival, touching on issues like media monopolization and incarceration.

Everyone Deserves Music was released in 2003. Franti composed many of the songs from his guitar and, like fellow 21st century cultural globalists Manu Chao and Ozomatli, continues to synthesize his eclectic influences. In a departure from the noise of the Beatnigs and Disposable Heroes, and the minimalism of early Spearhead, Franti's affirming lyrics are now set to appropriately swelling rock chords, while keeping a world-wise groove nodding towards reggae, dancehall, bossa nova, Afrobeat, and funk.

On July 25, 2006, Michael Franti & Spearhead released their new album, entitled Yell Fire!, inspired by Franti's trip to war-torn Baghdad, the West Bank, and the Gaza Strip. Largely written during that trip and recorded in Jamaica, Yell Fire! contains contributions from Sly & Robby and has a more reggae-influenced vibe than previous work.

Michael Franti has been barefoot since 2000. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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