Nina Simone Follow

You know I smoked a lot of grass, oh Lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing
That my spirit couldn't kill

You know I see a lot of people walkin' round
Here with tombstones in their eyes
'Cause the pusher don't care
Child if you live or if you die

God damn on the pusher, yeah yeah
I said, "God damn him"
"God damn him, pusher man"

You know the dealer
I said the dealer is a man
With lots of love racks in his hand
But the pusher is a monster

Good God, oh Lord, he's my natural man
You know the dealer, the dealer takes a nickel Lord
And sells you lots of sweet dreams
And Lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
But here comes the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen

God damn on the pusher
I said, "God damn the pusher"

He's not a natural man
You know the dealer takes a nickel
And he sells a box of sweet dreams
But the pusher takes your body
He takes your body, he takes your body
And he leaves your mind a screen

God damn him, God damn him
God damn him, God damn him
God damn the pusher

If I were the president, hear me, of this land
I'd declare total war on the pusher man
Gimme now, now
I'd shoot him if he stands, I'd cut him if he runs yeah
I'd kill him with my Bible, my razor and my gun

God damn him, God damn him
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher man