Sole - My President

CHORUS:
X2
My president is black,
an I know that it's historic.
Can't help but feel I been sold a bad product,
an I want my money back,
or the change that we demand.
I want a new deal - not a black republican.

This year was a bad year,
I knew it would be that,
they gave us some nice speeches,
but I cant eat that.
We voted for change,
but homie I don't see that.
Has a momententum at the start
Didn't know how to seize that.

Mr post racial - don't you understand?
There ain't no middle ground when you dealin' with the clan
we got drones up in Pakistan,
forget that - Afghanistan.
Just be a grown man, quit playing up in the sand.

We got some real problems,
they fuckin' with Glenn Beck.
What up wit da Amy Goodman
And some Juan Gonzales

An to my name I got three hundred dollas',
and to my credit I got ten or so albums
My Corolla's bullet grey,
and my wife owns that.
The car is in her name,
but the bank owns the debt

We just moved to Colorado, ain't no jobs here but dumb shit.
this ain't a recession; its a readjustment.
the late great USA owners of the world days are gone.
better learn to grow some food on your own.
Only thing about me that's rich
is the spices I use, the beats that I rock, the path that I chose.

CHORUS:
X2
My president is black,
an I know that it's historic.
Can't help but feel I been sold a bad product,
an I want my money back,
or the change that we demand.
I want a new deal - not a black republican.


We talking Hoover verse Roosevelt,
Fox news verse Rosa Parks,
Osama verse Fifty Cent.
a Phoenix can't swim with sharks.

So wake up them blue dogs,
kick dirt on them' red states.
And give us a single payer, fuck all the red tape.
And fuck having empire
we outta aspire; to more than pursuit of cash
relentlessly chasin' power

In high school they taught Latin
shoulda' taught Mandarin,
shoulda' taught Marxism,
shoulda' taught Blacksmithin'.

My money isn't green cause I'm livin' on credit,
only time i see green is when they say "cash back or debit."

I ain't mad at wall street, cause we all wanna ball
the planet's overpopulated and cant feed em' all
problem is a missile costs a couple of mils'
wanna' swim up in the beach but i'm swimming in bills
an there ain't no reprieve till Obama grow a spine
Its the death of a nation and don't need no common ground

CHORUS:
X2
My president is black,
an I know that it's historic.
Can't help but feel I been sold a bad product,
an I want my money back,
or the change that we demand.
I want a new deal - not a black republican.

"It was November 08,
my home state was Blue, no New England was Red
so I threw my weight up in, a swing state instead
8 years of this damn war, couldn't face it to lose
so i drove to New Hampshire, walked'em straight to the booth
trooped the whole district holdin' signs and workin' phones
6am Election Day until the polls closed
then got back on the damn line, callin' Alaska
up to Wascilla, still gunnin' for Sarah
I ain't no Democrat, but this was fate by the throat
I believed in your promise, now where did it go?
Guantanamo's still open, Single Payer got dropped
this Bail Out was murder, tent cities popped up in the park!
Rendition's still on the table with no investigation
of war crimes or blatant Israeli invasion
man, what's the matter with you? Audacity's Hope
but you ain't done what you said or what we sent you to do...

BRIDGE:
X2
My president is black,
we still cant relax.
The war will stop itself
single payer ain't passed.
My money's on the movement
we're not gonna stop.
Gotta keep on working,
black president or not.

(yea, ask not what your president can do fr you
but what you can do to keep your presiient honest.
And i'm saying right now, get outta wall street homie.
Run the country, It ain't too late.)

http://www.soleone.org/media/mypresident.mp3

Hip hop will never be the same

Fuck, this is great.



Makes me wanna love Jesus again.

"Struggle is just a part of my day
Many obstachave been placed in my way
I know the only reason that I make it through
Is because I never stop believing in you
Some people wonder why we're here in the 1st place
They can't believe because they ain't never seen your face
But even when you pray, the next day you gotta try
Can it wait 4 nobody 2 come down out the sky
You've got to realize that the world's a test
You can only do your best and let him do the rest
You've got your life, you've got your health
So quit procrastinating and push it yourself
You've got to realize that the world's a test
You can only do your best and let him do the rest
You've got your life, you've got your health
So quit procrastinating"


"Who said good folks is not supposed to die
The same * that said * is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I'm sure they got a cure 4 A.I.D.S., but yet it's classified
You wonder why I spit the truth and not 2 make no dough
To make a differencefo' this * up and blow
In piece, I could thinkof many reasons
Only when * is going bad you want to holla Jesus
I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleeding
From crawling , got these * thinkin they ballin'
When they isn't, don't take my word,
there's * off in prison
That will tell yo, that's locked up 4 a long time and won't sell you
No flex, so congregation will turn you text,
To the book of OutKast, chapter 2, verse 1
The 1st 1, that make me jump up and make a joyful noise
You'se OutKasted, meaning you now have a choice like that"

Music genres and their assimilation

"For me, like, punk music or whatever is always about, you know, undercutting people's expectations and throwing, like, a spin in the works or whatever, and for me--I mean, I want this band to be--I mean, if this is unsettling people, I'm ready to really unsettle people, because I'm ready to, you know, I want the sound to always be moving and to be like... I--anything starts getting set, I start getting uncomfortable, because I feel like what happened with hardcore or whatever was that things get so ritualized they became--they're no longer powerful, they lose their power, they're not dangerous anymore, they don't excite people, they don't move people anymore. They just become some kind of a traditional thing which people can just, you know, slip on the clothes and slip on an attitude. But for me it's, like, it has to always constantly be moving forward and, like, have some kind of a time thing/dimension to it."

--Guy Picciotto


Exactly what happens with every fucking genre. Motherfuckers hop along, think its cool to make this sound, reproduce the sound sans the emotional drive, and fuck it up for the genuine fans of music who just want something to listen to.

And people who are weaker than you and I,

They take what they need, and just leave.





"God make up your mind, do you wanna play fair? Or should I just take whats mine...like everyone else."

Sole on supporting indie artists

on behalf of soleone.org & fakefour inc, and musicians everywhere
in the spirit of thomas jefferson and james madison
the forefathers of this here semi great nation
we have launched a forward offense against the pirates
those who roam the oceans of the internet
squandering our labor, stealing food from our children(and dogs) mouths
sucking the very wind from the mountain air

through sheer conceit, arrogance, & butchery
they have plundered for too long

the first shot fired acrossed the bow was a megaupload zip
the second was to a far off land called sendspace
soon, isohunt, piratebay, will be overloaded with zip files
containing:
old albums, country music, animals being massacred
all in the name of sole & the skyrider band “plastique”

for those who think stealing isn’t stealing
tell that to my bank account
and the indigenous people of north america & australia
the IRS, Goldman Sachs, & AIG

we, are aware that the ground beneath our feet is shifting
that someday the world won’t need:

record stores
record labels
publicity companies
working artists
magazines
newspapers
video stores
locally produced goods, labor, & ideas

but i remember old voyages
while working at mcdonald’s
saving pennies
buying a turntable
driving 6 hours to fat beats with the pedestrian
roaming the cold polluted streets of new york
simply to buy records at fat beats, vinyl kings, and anything we could find
before mail order, itunes, & the internet
coming home with a swollen backpack
sore from the subway
and playing the music for my friends

i realize, that this is a losing war
the barbarians, as they say are at the gates
and we can’t hold them off forever
but we will die trying

for more information visit
http://www.soleone.org/board/viewtopic.php?t=15082

or, if you wish, upload a fake torrent called “plastique”
megaupload a copy of “gone with the wind” sound track
call it “plastique”
recite the NAFTA, CAFTA, & bill of rights on MP3
call it “plastique”

or not, its not your problem.
its up to the artists to work this out.

but when all thats left is major label artists
and the only place to buy records is at walmart
don’t say we didn’t warn you

just cuz we live in the society of the spectacle
doesn’t mean we have to submit to it.

Bemoaning our hypocrisy

I don't know how many times I've been told or simply heard someone say that life is just hard and we have to suck it up and accept it as that and keep moving. Yet people still refuse to acknowledge our helplessness in the overall system of things. Whatever I do on my job may help me in the long run, but it won't keep the sun from giving me cancer or stop some lethargic driver from rear ending me. I don't know how we let ourselves get away with believing that bullshit.


And another example is theist who praise a god who has a will that allows bullshit to happen to good people, yet they then claim its apart of his will. Well if the bad things are apart of his will just as much as the good things, and you can't predict the bad things or the good, you can only say he's ALWAYS in control, then it seems to me that God's will is essentiall chaos. Why should I pray to chaos? My prayer won't cause anything different to happen. Goddamn. Fuck all this stupid shit.

You can love god or you can hate it. Either way, it won't be doing shit while you're alive but sending anonymous love letters in the form of sheer luck and you'll thank him, and then he won't say you're welcome. And then you might die and go to heaven.

BUt the rest of us who like to believe in things that are real, we'll just say fuck jesus and fuck a god who refuses to participate in this mess he created once he got bored one eternity long ago. Then we'll die, then we might go to hell, but if its anything like earth, it has to be because its based on elements we know from earth LULZ, then we'll get bored of getting burned, then we'll start creating civilizations, then we'll start creating ideas about how we got here and telling all the newcomers that its because some other deity loves us, and since you can't die again in hell, we'll just say our deity doesn't like you....to combat others who are saying their deity doesn't like us.

OR......










OR

We'll just fucking die.