Ghosty Boy – War On Drugs lyrics

I said the war on drugs
Ain't nothing but a racket, man
It keeps the poor kids poor
And it keeps the black kids down
It keeps the power corrupt
It keeps the pigs good and fat
While the poor kids go to prison
The upper class is kicking back

Go

Said I've been thinking about the way
That the planet spins
And I've been thinking
About this fucked up world we live in

And I've been thinking about them
Locking up all these poor black thugs
And now I'm thinking its time to talk
About the war on drugs

Cause the problem is
As it seems to be
Speaking strictly statistically
3 out of 4 drug offenders
Sent to prison are black
Now could you tell me, brother
What the fuck is up with that?

And about 1 out of 5
Prisoners in the US are drug offenders
And at least half of those arrests
Are pot-smokers

Man I can't believe
They still lock people up
For smoking weed

Now tell me why the fuck
You want to throw
A harmless marijuana smoker
Into prison

Man, it's embarrassing
But I guess that's justice
In the land of the free

Cause the
War on drugs
Ain't nothing but a racket man
It keeps the poor kids poor
And it keeps the black kids down

It keeps the power corrupt
It keeps the pigs good and fat
And while the poor kids go to prison
The upper class is kicking back

We're taking it back
We're taking it back
We're taking it back now to 1936

Does anybody remember refer madness?

Now get this:
Apparently weed is the reason
That white women get raped
By Satanic jazz musicians

And if think it's cause
People were stupid back then

Well the fact is
The propaganda started a trend
That continues now
To this very day
Fear and racism

That's the way that they
Manipulate the public
Toward mass paranoia

Now fast forward to that
Special message Nixon signed
Back in 1969

And so the war on drugs was born
And billions of tax dollars blown
The prison population in the states explodes

Set those people free
They ain't criminals

Cause the war on drugs
Ain't nothing but a racket man
It keeps the poor kids poor
And it keeps the black kids down

It keeps the power corrupt
It keeps the pigs good and fat
While the poor kids go to prison
The upper class is kicking back
Well just set them free

Well it's all over now
Justice has prevailed
Looks like that War on Drugs has failed

Let's be real for a minute, man
What's the score?
Looks like there's more drugs now
Then there ever was before

So let's
Light that Victory joint up now
Take a hit brother
Pass it around

I said I dedicate the drugs I'm about to do
To the cops and the preachers
And the judges too

To the politicians and the CIA
To the baby boomers with one foot in the grave
The paranoid parents and the teachers too
Heads up, light it up
This blunts for you

So let's pop these pills
And drop these shrooms
Let's take these shots
And drink this booze

Let's hit these lines up just for fun
No, we don't stop
Until the party's done

And the sun comes up
And the guests are gone
Except one dude passed out on the lawn

But we're winning the war
Its a brand new day

So fuck it, light up

It's time to celebrate