Andrew Mandela - Propaganda

Ah, ah, thank you, Mr. President

You sat inside a celly for more than a quarter a century

And in my country, that mean you caught a felony

Forget about running for office boss, you ain’t even voting

When you write your own rules, you can never lose

And the colonizers called you terrorist and run the schools

So it must be true, they say the problem was you

But I been to Cape Town, bro, what was you 'posed to do?

Ooh, God forgive me for my brash delivery

But I remember vividly what apartheid did to me

And what recent years taught us, peacefully protesting

No one’ll care until someone tosses a molotov in the air

It ain’t fair, but you called hate a cancer

Said love was the answer

And gladly took 10−25 with your fist high

Refused to accept death until the end of apartheid

I take shots at your sacred cows

I dance with skeletons in closets

I point at elephants in the room

And make a mockery of heroes

Yeah, pick your poison

Pick your poison, boys, pick your poison

Pick your poison 'cause it’s all deadly

Ah, ah, thank you Mr. President

All hail the tough-as-nails Mr. Old Hickory

When you write your own rules, you could never lose

They say you a hero and they run the schools

And this land is your land except Louisiana

We just bought that, now we got a destiny to manifest

Which means current occupants must vacate immediately

It seems in your homeland, you are now trespassing

You witnessing the birth of the Indian reservation concept

Imagine China putting flags on your doorstep

And said God sent 'em, so get to gettin'

But the story of the victor is the one that gets written

Ooh, God forgive me for my brash delivery

But I remember vividly what Lewis and Clark did to me

His face is on our currency, the struggle is real

A man whose legacy is literally a trail of tears

Ooh, I take shots at your sacred cows

Dance with skeletons in closets

I point at elephants in the room

And make a mockery of heroes

Ayy, pick your poison

Pick your poison, boys, pick your poison

Pick your poison 'cause it’s all deadly

Will the truth it set you free?

Depends on who you read

While we qualify our blame, we’re spewing partiality

And we’ll never leave the past if we keep leaving out the facts

So you can pick what side you’re on

And you can pick your poison

Yeah, pick your poison

Oh, pick your poison