2 thousan six
A state of the union poem for the new year...
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year at war
hurts me to the core..
babies dyin, mothers cryin
what for?!
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year upset
our phones are tapped
our pays been capped
our heads been slapped
nobody lissnin to our rap
this shit is off the map!
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year flat broke
gas is high, food is too
old folks dat needs perscription drugs
all wondren what day gonna do
scared day gonna catch bird flu
up through da holes
in day shoe
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year in fear
false prophets preachin that
the end times is near
the pews are full, the message clear
collection plates are full
so too the pastor's pockets
as they ducks out in the rear
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year perplexed
did we evolve from monkeys?
is there truth in Bible text?
does life exist beyond the stars?
do pregnant women have a choice?
can marriage be same sex?
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year at war
hurts me to the core..
babies dyin, mothers cryin
what for?!
And me,… well…
I'm just a poet keeping score
looks like we start this year at war
hurts me to the core..
babies dyin, mothers cryin
what for?!
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year upset
our phones are tapped
our pays been capped
our heads been slapped
nobody lissnin to our rap
this shit is off the map!
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year flat broke
gas is high, food is too
old folks dat needs perscription drugs
all wondren what day gonna do
scared day gonna catch bird flu
up through da holes
in day shoe
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year in fear
false prophets preachin that
the end times is near
the pews are full, the message clear
collection plates are full
so too the pastor's pockets
as they ducks out in the rear
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year perplexed
did we evolve from monkeys?
is there truth in Bible text?
does life exist beyond the stars?
do pregnant women have a choice?
can marriage be same sex?
2 thousan six
looks like we start this year at war
hurts me to the core..
babies dyin, mothers cryin
what for?!
And me,… well…
I'm just a poet keeping score
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