It was on a beautiful 9th day of July was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun lonely in the sky I lay in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz horn Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my
"Hey butterfly", the voice Slip on some comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly your presence A of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it grows Damn, what could it be I A juice I bought and rolled on down to her Seeing bros I know slapping fives I and pressed G-5 And was Nikki lookin' some kind of sad With tears fallin' from her she sat me down And dug my frown and to run it down
"You remember my boyfriend Sid fly kid who I love Well our love was a verb and spontaneity has brought a third But do to our youth an state, we wish to terminate About this we don't great, but baby that's how it is But the feds have dissed me, ignore and dismiss me The pro-lifers me outside the clinic And call me a murderer, now hate So to say we're in a mental state of debate"
Hey beautiful bird, I said her somber mood The are some heavy dudes don't really give a damn about life They just don't want a woman to her body Or have the right to choose but baby ain't nothin' They want a male finger on the button
Because if you say, War, they will send them to die by the Aborting mission should be your But if Souter and Thomas have way You'll be standing in line to get welfare While they're out hunting and It has always been around, it will have the niche But they'll make it a privilege not a right accessible only to the
Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life stop after birth And for child to the unprepared it might even just get worse The situation surely if they will find themselves in it Supporters of the h-bomb and fire bombing What type of is that? Orwellian in fact If Roe V Wade was overturned not the desire remain intact Leaving young to risk their healths Doctors to and watch as they kill themselves
Now I don't want to macabre But hey, isn't it my job to lay it on the And get them off their asses to fight against fascists So whatever you decide make that with pride Sid will be there and so I An 'til I die
and sounds, spinning around Confrontations across the Your block, my block, dreadlocks a shock of the free but not me Not me, not me, not me, not me Not me, not me, not me, not me