I was raised on a Jesus, who was white and prestigious, said he never would leave our little country behind
Said the pledge of allegiance, said I'd never smoke weed, and that my bible I'd read it when I couldn't decide
But the sermons were telling me, Hell was a felony, and Heaven's the guilty plea that keeps me alive
So my friend went and shot himself, the Jesus he asked for help, was probably somewhere else said, "Son get in line"
Oh lord can you hear it
The American spirit?
I don't wanna go near it
You can smoke one outside
You can try to veneer it
The American spirit
Oh but something will smear it
Just you give it some time
I was born in a city, built on homes of the Cherokee, and named after Muskogean words to describe
We hijack the narrative, say that it's heritage, tell them how good it is that history's White
Leave out the stolen land, replace it with Dixieland, and everyone claps their hands and sings its delight
You can face it or just forget, I ask for a cigarette, you hand me the silhouette smoking a pipe
Oh lord can you hear it
The American spirit?
I don't wanna go near it
You can smoke one outside
You can try to veneer it
The American spirit
Oh but something will smear it
Just you give it some time
I believed in a master plan, the natural good in man, eventually shows its hand and takes home the pot
But I'm holding my hopes within, get fooled once get fooled again, you're bleeding American for something it's not
Oh lord can you hear it
The American spirit?
I don't wanna go near it
You can smoke one outside
You can try to veneer it
The American spirit
Oh but something will smear it
Just you give it some time
You can try to steer it
The American spirit
Oh, but something commandeers it
Like the wind in the pines
You can face it or just forget
I ask for a cigarette
You hand me a silhouette
Smoking a pipe