Help Tha Medicine Go Down

Chim Chim ma ne
 Chim Chim ma ne
 Chim Chim Charu
 My life isn't as simple as taking steroids to improve my performance
 If you are what you eat then I'm half cooped up chicken mixed with clone cow
 It used to be rub sticks for fire and farm with stone plows
 Now it's stoned yuppies who go to grocery stores
 And buy anything they need from the clerk with tattooed eyebrow
 If you can relate to this that's great
 If you can't it's probably because I'm fake contrived ignorant and pretentious
 Either way I got something to say and insides the parenthesis it reads relentless
 Life isn't a Thomas Kincade painting cause no beautiful paintbrush draws foster homes
 No one looks like an airbrushed magazine model
 And only soap opera characters don't need jobs and a house phone
 The majority of the population is obese and ugly
 We're not like those polite people we read about in poems
 We're not like the polite newscasters who'd rather show numbers for deaths
 Instead of all the blood involved in war and disasters
 We used to have Indians and trees with trunks
 Now we got businessmen and trees with stumps
 We got ten years olds wanting to be like daddy "please can I get drunk? "
 They were smoking cigarettes when they 7 and shoplifting by 11
 But mommy told them you don't want to go to hell be good and you'll go to college
 (not heaven)
 Graduate get a family
 Wait a month till you get divorced then repeat the process
 In the meantime you go to church and try to find god
 But you learn that you're a sin and how to hate gays will you demolish your progress
 You decide to become an atheist and find that god is in the mirror
 Crying naked and jobless
 (you are in the mirror crying naked and jobless)
 Chim Chim ma ne
 Chim Chim ma ne
 Chim Chim Charu
 Keep hope alive cause the rest of us are dead
 I got a god and a church and they're both in my head
 My heart is a tool, used for pumping blood
 My soul is on the bottom of my shoe covered in mud
 Cartoons are violent are so are we
 My life isn't a fairytale and Walt Disney isn't drawing me
 Things aren't always what they seem
 Cause even the pope has wet dreams
 I'm from America this is where TV and hand gun deaths started at
 Hello and welcome to the home of the Big Mac
 Quarter pounded and teenage heart attack
 Don't talk to me just give me pills and chemicals till you fix the problem
 Let my pupils dilate till I can no longer see
 Cause my history told me, death is the cure for all disease
 Now days if animals talk to you then you're a schitzo
 But not every Indian is red and not every white man is a lumberjack with a zippo
 Nor does every dreaded man sing calypso (buc buc)
 Drop an anvil on my head and I die
 Then watch a confused mob gather round and stand still on their cell phones
 Looking for a helicopter in the sky
 Tell me who you live with and I'll tell you what drugs you do
 Sleeping beauty wasn't sleeping, she was in a coma
 And when you got shot your head doesn't spin
 And when you get hit with a mallet you don't get a lump
 You get death
 When you born, no one said once upon time
 There's no such thing as happy ending
 Just murder rap, holocaust and an occasional lynch
 And no kiss in the world is gonna wake the dead or turn a toad into a prince
 It's either love or fear
 They say the world's divided between good and evil but it's not that simple
 Cause both sides think they're right and kill anyone who wants to oppose
 Just to give their citizens dimples
 They told me to use my imagination so I imagined a nation
 Free of brainwashing radio and television stations
 Everything has a purpose the media's job is to deceive
 You are god, bleed for what you love
 Close your eyes, smell the flowers and breathe
 Find happiness in your delusions and just believe
 Find happiness in your denial and just smile
 Chim Chim ma ne
 Chim Chim ma ne
 Chim Chim Charu
 Keep hope alive cause the rest of us are dead
 I got a god and a church and they're both in my head
 My heart is a tool, used for pumping blood
 My soul is on the bottom of my shoe covered in mud