It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of There was not a to speak of So the orange sun hung in the sky I lay prone in my catboat Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly my phone
"Hey butterfly", the voice Slip on some duds out your fro and slide on down to my pad The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly your presence A problem of great magnitude has and as we speak it grows Damn, could it be I thought A juice I bought and on down to her [Incomprehensible] Seeing bros I slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5 And there was Nikki lookin' some of sad With tears fallin' her eyes she sat me down And dug my and began to run it down
"You remember my boyfriend Sid fly kid who I love Well our love was often a verb and has brought a third But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to About this we don't great, but baby that's how it is But the have dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me The harass me outside the clinic And me a murderer, now that's hate So needless to say in a mental state of debate"
Hey beautiful bird, I digging her somber mood The fascists are some dudes They don't really give a damn life just don't want a woman to control her body Or have the right to choose but that ain't nothin' They just want a finger on the button
Because if you say, War, they will them to die by the score Aborting mission should be volition But if Souter and Thomas have way You'll be standing in line unable to get While they're out hunting and It has always been around, it will always have the But make it a privilege not a right accessible only to the rich
Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life stop after birth And for borne to the unprepared it might even just get worse The situation change if they will find themselves in it Supporters of the h-bomb and bombing clinic What type of shit is that? in fact If Roe V Wade was would not the desire remain intact Leaving young girls to risk their Doctors to botch and watch as they themselves
Now I want to sound macabre But hey, it my job to lay it on the masses And get them off their asses to fight these fascists So whatever you decide make that with pride Sid will be and so will I An insect I die
Rhythms and sounds, around Confrontations across the Your block, my block, dreadlocks what a Land of the but not me Not me, not me, not me, not me Not me, not me, not me, not me