A+ - Wacko Convention lyrics

[DOZ The Slacker] The creative mind cannot be forced, I am aware of that In this world of literalism, we have little room for fact In fact, I tried speaking to the children of the nation To realize the adults would make the wrong interpretation On radio stations we music befitting vacations Even though we're losing patience, receiving smaller rations So I have little toleration, by no means will I chill Every 3-minute song played, an infant gets k**ed And don't say that's God-willed, it's not an excuse Starving artists spit substance under bungalow roofs Can a man or woman speak the truth and still afford shoes Not to mention without getting a cracked tooth and a big bruise I refuse to play along with the big ruse I choose to speak against the few on behalf of the youth You have no proof, it's just propaganda f** Fox News, let's change the channel [Chorus- 2x] It's the wacko convention, please rise And look these crooked politicians in their green eyes Stand by idly as they feed you all lies I'm talking leaders of the free world Businessmen in disguise A crescendo, our nation's culmination United dependable, the golden land of creation Where on the top of the hill, the rich kids pop pills And at the bottom baseheads twitch in the wind chill Where Ms. Westchester White goes missing and everyone is informed But when Baby Black disappears they stay seated at home We elected a black president and tore him apart Made him age on the stage, stacked his decisions on charts Such goddamn impatience- did we believe from the start? Or did Americans elect him just to claim they have hearts? Perhaps it's just the harsh truth coming out at last Because guilt rolls over from the actions of our past And I'll admit my guilt, I've dropped insulting sentences But maybe, just maybe, I'll repent through this There's so much injustice yet the way you'll judge this Is by looking through my lyrics for a single cuss- sh** [Chorus- 2x] It's the wacko convention, please rise And look these crooked politicians in their green eyes Stand by idly as they feed you all lies I'm talking leaders of the free world Businessmen in disguise [Outro] America, where I'm not allowed to speak freely Well, I'm sick of America. I'm turning off the TV