Governmentalist

[Verse 1: Joss Stone] (Don't you dare) Interrupt the White House ball (We're living scared) It's in foreign fields the soldiers fall Ooh, ooh, ooh, la, la, la Snatch 'em in their prime Go ahead, that's fine, that's fine Just go drill for grease Mm, yeah Like a diamond thief, yeah, yeah Their mamas will be alright Just give 'em time Go get your money right You won't lose no sleep tonight [Pre-Chorus: Joss Stone] Nominate your kids, I think they prove your theory right Would you watch them die? [Chorus: Joss Stone] Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water Coming up with nothing every time How come we ain't gettin' any closer? Tryna find the truth behind the lies [Verse 2: Joss Stone] (Look up, look up) See a dead man walking (See his baby face) Hey, let's duplicate a few Ooh, ooh, ooh La, la (La, la) That don't mean much to you (If you need some help) Send some hippies in to help You think more than you do How's about another line or two To pick you up, pick you up While your people drown, drown [Pre-Chorus: Joss Stone] I hope you're happy and you sleep so great at night While the lovers cry [Chorus: Joss Stone] Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water Coming up with nothing every time How come we ain't gettin' any closer? Tryna find the truth behind the lies [Bridge: Joss Stone & Nas] How many lives will you sacrifice? Will you ever be satisfied? If in God you trust, can't you hear Him still? I ain't no preacher, but thou shall not kill (Uh, uh) [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, check it I'm praisin' it stays in the streets I'm raised in Pain is the perfume scent I'm sprayed in At class with a federal agent's fragrance I smell a pig, that's a cop who racist I'm an ordinary project dude I'm subject to genetically modified food That's FDA-approved, mass-produced If we can tell a lie from the truth Even though I'm fly up in my Tom Ford suit Learjet like a Concorde swoop through the air Then I land in my Phantom Coop And I still stand with the Ugandan youth Or the poor kids out in Moscow that live hostile I ride for you when I ride with the top down Listenin' to Joss sounds, you see how that feel Our CDs come with government seals [Pre-Chorus: Nas] Open it, peep Nas gettin' at his enemies In the paragraphs and for similes Governmentalists killed the Kennedys I heard that Joss Stone got the remedy [Chorus: Joss Stone] Governmental confusion Governmentalist, it's delusion Governmental confusion A bunch of governmentalists, it's delusion Tryna get a hold of smoke and water Coming up with nothing every time How come we ain't gettin' any closer? Tryna find the truth behind the lies [Outro: Joss Stone] And all that we're left with Is a hand full of nothing, yeah A hand full of nothing, that's all that I got Hand full of nothing, yeah Governmental confusion Just some governmentalist, it's delusion Governmental confusion, yeah Governmentalists, it's delusion, yeah, yeah