| it was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of july
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| there was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung
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| lonely in the sky
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| i was laying prone in my? |
| catbeat? |
| home
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| listening to fine nappy jackie and his jazzcat’s horn
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| sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my phone
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| hello butterfly, a voice said
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| slip on some duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
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| the vibe here is very pleasant and i truly request your presence
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| a problem of great magnitude has arose
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| and as we speak it grows
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| damn, what could it be i thought
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| a juice i bought and rolled on down to her pad
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| seeing bros i know slapping fives i arrived and pressed G-5
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| and there was nikki
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| lookin some kind of sad with tears fallin from her eyes
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| she sat me down
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| and dug my frown and began to run it down
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| you remember my boyfriend sid that fly kid who i love
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| well our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
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| but do to our youth an economic state we wish to terminate
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| about this we don’t feel great, but baby that’s how it is but the feds have dissed me they ignore and dismiss
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| and the pro-lifers harrass me outside the clinic
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| and call me a murderer, now that’s hate
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| so needless to say we’re in a mental state of debate
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| hey beautiful bird i said digging her somber mood
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| the fascists are some heavy dudes
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| they don’t really give a damn about life
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| they just don’t want a woman to control her body or have the right to choose
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| but baby that ain’t nothin
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| they just want a male finger on the button
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| because if you say war they will send them to die by the score
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| aborting mission should be your volition
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| but if souter and thomas have their way
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| you’ll be standing in line unable to get welfare while they’re out
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| hunting and fishing
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| it has always been around it will always have a niche
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| but they’ll make it a privelege not a right
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| accessible only to the rich
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| pro-lifers should dig themselves
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| cause life doesn’t stop after birth
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| and to a child borne to the unprepared
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| it might even just get worse
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| supporters of the h-bomb and fire bombing clinic
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| what type of shit is that? |
| orwellian in fact
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| if roe v wade was overturned would not the desire remain intact
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| leaving young girls to risk their healths
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| and doctors to botch and watch as they kill themselves
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| i don’t want to sound macabre
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| but hey, isn’t it my job
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| to lay it on the masses and get them off their asses
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| to fight against these fascists
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| so whatever you decide make that move with pride
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| sid will be there (ladybug will be there, doodlebug will be there)
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| and so will i an insect til i die
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| rhythms and sounds
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| spinning around
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| confrontations
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| across the nation
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| your block
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| my block
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| dreadlocks
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| what a shock
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| land of the free — but not
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| me |