The OSGC Just Do It Lyrics

Some black people in America
are still enslaved
But the slavery today
works in a different way
Instead of picking heavy cotton
just to pay the dues
They working at the very bottom
to buy Nike shoes

And the same white family
that set the slave trading rules
Is the same white family
that now sells Nike shoes
And like I say it's still just slavery
but with different rules
Some Americans today
are not just slaves but also fools

Just Do It
We just did it, some will hate us for it
Just Do It
But some will love us, and we them

And as we look a little closer
we see the slavery has expanded
Now it's almost colour blind
because more slaves are demanded
While the black man is chasing Nike
white woman be chasing GAP
But the only gap we're getting
is between the white and black

And the same white family
that drew the lines on the map
Is the same white family
now selling us GAP
So like I say it's still just slavery
but with different tools
Some Americans today
are not just slaves but also fools

Just Do It
We just did it, some will hate us for it
Just Do It
But some will love us, and we them

So outcast people in America
whatever your colour be
Leave your trailor park, your neighborhood
and gather up in D.C.
Once there, don't waste time hugging trees
just tell them that you're there to be
collecting retrospectively
for centuries of slavery

Because the same white family
that could set you free but never would
Is the same white family
that runs D.C. and Hollywood
So please stop shooting your own people
in your own d___ neighborhood
When you really should be shooting
at D.C. and Hollywood

Just Do It
We just did it, some will hate us for it
Just Do It
But some will love us, and we them

It's about that time...
Time to wake up America
and evolve into Jahmerica

See, the difference
between a headline and a head lie
is an N, as in Nothing
Media spins make us sing
hymns full of sins
as if we're powerless
to the whims of the winds
We're killing our next of kins
as they cut their skins
looking for aluminum tins
in rusty trash bins
This is the daily battle
in which noone ever really wins
We yearn for things
while the bell rings
and we hope it brings
those peaceful feelings
So we pull strings
and weild in dealings
To climb that neverending latter
of the social pyramide
like Bill Gates
and Michael Jackson did
Or whomever else we idolize
then criticize when we realize
that we've been had
And it's worse than bad
Makes me sad that I'm actually glad
to see the world is mad at it's dad
while Bush is bombïng Bagdad...