Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade
Come to the Poet's Room
Talking about the problems of the leaf
And yes, it'll be back soon

There used to be tons of gold and green
Comin' up here from Mexico
A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?

But Mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call Richard
And he's come to call himself king
But he's a small-headed man
And he doesn't know a thing
About how to deal for you

How to deal for you
There are millions of you now
I mean it's not as if you were alone
There are brothers everywhere
Just waiting for a toke on that gold
And God knows how far it can go

But thanks Uncle Charlie
For your Mexican smoke
You're a legend Owsley
For your righteous dope

There were a half a million people on the lawn
And we sang to the faces in the dawn
How long must that damn race
Wait for the jailer's time to end?
How long must the Panther race
Wait for the iron bars to bend?
No no no no no nobody waits

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"Mexico" as written by Grace Slick

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    General CommentAccording to Grace, it's "Richard" Nixon's anti-drug and anti-hippie capade in the 70's, and it's telling everybody not to give in.

    The last paragraph changes focus a little, telling everybody that they are the majority, and that this shouldn't, and can't it everybody stands against it.

    The Panther Race is definitely supposed to be black people, but I have no idea what the "damn race" is. I alway's thought it was "downed race".
    dthesqon August 11, 2008   Link

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