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Patriot Act

Heems

Policing the people, Babylon

Policing the people, policing the people

Babylon, policing the people

Product of partition

Dripped in Prada for the stitching

Proud of superstitions

Got powder in the kitchen

Powerful [?]

Superpowers be killing ya

America, Britain, power for villains

Powerful positions, power for the pigeons, power for the shillings

Power for offshore drilling

Pirates plunder, pillage, killing civilians

Counting, currency's millions

Politics make victim for income

Parlor tricks, schism for system

Babylon policing the people

Take a man and they shift him

That's Patriot Act

That's a privacy prison, that Pentagon

They vision is prism

Got what we ask for, someone to listen

Handcuffs, mother on phone

Jail cell martyr whose stoned

Guard your home, label with stones

Government drones, cookie-cutter clones

Then the towers fell in front of my eyes

And I remember the principal said they wouldn't

And for a month they used my high school as a triage

And so we went to school in Brooklyn

And the city's board of Ed hired shrinks for the students

And maybe I should have seen one

And from then on they called us all Osama

This old Sikh man on the bus was Osama

I was Osama, we were Osama

Are you Osama?

And so we rushed to buy flags for our doors

Bright American flags that read "I am not Osama"

And we ironed our polo shirts and we combed our hair

And we proudly paid our taxes

And we immediately donated to a local white politician

And we yelled "I'm just like you" as quietly and calmly as we could

So as not to raise too much attention and be labeled a troublemaker and lose one's job

Like when my name is too long to pronounce at work and raised too much attention

And I was labeled a troublemaker, so I changed it

And we scrubbed words like bomb from our vocabulary

And airports changed to us forever

Where another blue uniform came to represent oppression or undressing

And another blue uniform came to represent stops and frisks, depressing

And our parents began to fear for our lives whenever we walked out the door

Because they read the news, and another cab driver was beaten to death

And yesterday, more than 10 years later, another man from the neighborhood was deported

I went to expensive white people school with his daughter

For four years we read books and together we yelled "I'm just like you"

But she won't get to correct her father's English at dinner anymore

And the FBI harassed one of my dad's friends so much he packed up his stuff and took his family and they moved back to Pakistan

They would come at night and they would wake them up and make a mess, and the mess upset his wife

Those giant metal birds in the sky brought my parents here and made things confusing

And then crashed into those buildings and made things confusing

But I guess it's okay because my dad wasn't deported

And I still get to correct his English at dinner

So he doesn't raise too much attention and get labeled a troublemaker