It was 8:49 on a 9th day of July There was not a to speak of So the sun hung lonely in the sky I lay in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy and his jazz cat's horn Sliding in a tape of bird on when suddenly rang my phone
"Hey butterfly", the voice on some duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad The vibe here is very pleasant and I request your presence A problem of great magnitude has and as we speak it grows Damn, could it be I thought A I bought and rolled on down to her [Incomprehensible] Seeing bros I know slapping I arrived and pressed G-5 And there was Nikki lookin' some of sad tears fallin' from her eyes 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 often a verb and spontaneity has brought a But do to our youth an economic state, we to terminate About this we don't feel great, but that's how it is But the have dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me The pro-lifers harass me the clinic And me a murderer, now that's hate So needless to say we're in a mental of debate"
Hey beautiful bird, I said digging her somber The are some heavy dudes don't really give a damn about life They just don't a woman to control her body Or have the right to choose but baby that nothin' They just a male finger on the button
Because if you say, War, will send them to die by the score mission should be your volition But if Souter and Thomas have way You'll be standing in line to get welfare they're out hunting and fishing It has always been around, it will have the niche But they'll make it a privilege not a right accessible to the rich
Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves life doesn't stop after birth And for child borne to the it might even just get worse The situation surely change if they will find in it Supporters of the h-bomb and fire clinic What type of shit is Orwellian in fact If Roe V Wade was overturned would not the desire remain Leaving young girls to risk their to botch and watch as they kill themselves
Now I want to sound macabre But hey, isn't it my job to lay it on the And get them off their asses to fight against these So whatever you decide make that move pride Sid be there and so will I An insect I die
and sounds, spinning around Confrontations the nation 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