 Please welcome the Pamela Means Band. Now the president embarrassment in blue establishment bowing to big money influence complicit in the highest sense you Bible thubbing hypocrites cashing in on the environment rolling back rights that we died together corporate tax breaks permanent I don't think that's what Jesus meant the president is incompetent and embarrassment impeachment now the president is incompetent and embarrassment impeachment now the president is incompetent and embarrassment impeachment now the president is incompetent and embarrassment impeachment So this is a live recording here in the studio, I want to thank Northfire recording and everyone on the team and also Amherst Media for the camera situation. Just try to get shots from above. I want to introduce everybody, I have Cinnamon Blair on the bass over here. I'm just going to say I could have put that towel as one of the tip rewards. We could have that one toward the end, so just make an eBay, like have a bidding. So this is a tune called James Madison and the chorus are the actual words of James Madison, the fourth president of the United States. So, you know, we wrote a song together. Respiratemen, some grew hemp on their plantations. All had slaves, they didn't free them, all had slaves. Jimmy James Madison didn't give two flips about anyone. Pokes manifest destiny, didn't work out for the Cherokee. Jimmy James, he said the purpose of the government is to protect the minority. Two party systems seem like one gold at the top and the rest on a rickety-rackety run. Guns we got greed and idiocy, an embarrassment to everyone. These populations, prisons populate, predictions of politicians salivate. Ellsberg, Manny, Snowden, Davis, heroes in dissidents. We all are civil disobedience, we all could use a daily dose. Some more profanity to get to. You're witnessing the recording of an album. Definitely we have some promotional video footage and audio to help get some more performances. So you can get off your couch wherever you are on your couch and come in person like these wonderful people. Thank you. Thank you for being here. Sometimes I say I wrote this song in ten minutes plus a lifetime. I wrote it the day that, four years ago now, the day that the grand jury in Ferguson, Missouri decided not to prosecute the cop that shot Michael Brown. So through fetal position, tears of rage, this was born. Otherwise known as a Tuesday. My father grew up in Jim Crow, Tennessee, a share crop of sun far from luxury. Moved up north in 1952, and a damn thing changed from his point. I've been pulled over on a shorewood shoulder, asked with your mother, mother business. Don't I look like an owner thing? What you want now? Don't you? I didn't know the side of the road was a courtroom. We keep marching on, but our souls are tired. Cause here we are again, here we are again. A black man gone cause of the color of his skin. Roomed in the great lakes midwest where politeness covers up years of repressed. Tight lips, tight asses, too slow to grow, hyper segregated masses, and I had to go, had to go. Rodney King of Riots in 1992, a black president. I've seen that too, but ain't a damn thing changed from my point of view. In a damn thing changed from my point of view. Roles are tired, cause here we are again. Everything dark comes out in the light. We keep marching on, cause here we are again. I wrote a song called Cinnamon and Chocolate before I knew Cinnamon Blair, so I spelled it wrong. Because I make sure you hold the nose at home. This song began on Route 116, where it's all scary and curvy between Conway and the stretch of road over there. It's pretty, unless you're driving. Yeah, look if you're driving. Oh, I do. Also, if you're driving fast on these roads and you come up on someone really slow, it's probably me. So just, you know, just chill for a second. I'm gonna pull over as soon as I get a chance, you can go around. Curves tight, guilty, and small. I do mostly originals. Occasionally we play songs by other people. They choose songs by artists of color. Talk to me, as if you think I'm dumb. Well actually, it's even older than that, cause it samples nicely, brother. By Christopher Wallace. Bam. Cut. That's why we got Garrett. Garrett. Garrett, that's not too fast. No need to be greedy. I got mad friends with benches seen up by the layers. True fucking players. Jump in the rover and come over to your friends. Jump in the GS3. I got the chronicle. Yeah, if you're such a true player. I love it when you're coming. Money's getting money. Making money on up in your waist. You see some ladies tonight. They should be having my baby. Baby. Packing what they love. What's your name? What's your size? As soon as you buy that wine. I just creep up from behind. And ask you what your interests are. Who you be with. They send me on the way to the technical steak, cheese, eggs. And what's the scrape? Conversate for a few. Cause in a few, we gon' do what we came to do. Ain't that right, boo? I forget the telly. We just go to the crib and watch a movie. And the jacuzzi. Smoke deals while you do me. I love it when you come a big pop. Throw your hands in the air. If you're such a true player. I love it when you're coming. Money's getting money. Making money on up in your waist. You see some ladies tonight. They should be having my baby. Baby. Even biggie smiles and mansions and bends Is giving ends to my friends. And I feel stupendous. Tremendous cream. Stala and a dream. Still took gas with infrared beans. Chapa nose. Foolish pleasure. Whatever. I had to find the very treasure. Sometimes I'm the man. Keep friends. We can chill every weekend. You know, alright, alright, alright. Is that alright with you? Come on. Yeah, yeah. Keep being. My hands in the air. If you're such a true player. Money's getting money. Making money on up in your waist. Please don't shoot up the place. Why? Cause I see some ladies tonight. They should be having my baby. Not the gun. Hey.