The Pusher - Nina Simone

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, yea yea

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 he 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 totale war on the pusher man

Gimme now, now

I’d shoot him if he stands

I’d cut him if he runs yea

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