Life During Wartime (Facebook Jail)

Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites out by the highway a place our enemies know
The sound of gunfire off in the distance we're getting used to it now
Scared of the brownstone scared of the ghetto can't live in my old home town

They hate my party won't do their disco won't take my fooling around
Can't knock the prancing gay lovey dovey they won't put up with that now

Transmit the message to the receiver hope for an answer someday
Can't get no passport can't get no visa now google knows my real name
High on a hillside the trucks are loading everything's ready to roll
Can't talk in the daytime can't talk in the nighttime I'm trapped here in my own home

They hate our party we ain't from Frisco now they ain't fooling around
Can't stand no Ilhan her heebie geebies I'll fight it any old how

Heard about Hussein? Heard about Detroit? Heard about Baltimore way?
You ought to know not to stand in the doorway somebody shoot you up there
I got some groceries some peanut butter should last a couple of days
But I can't do no speaking can't like no comments can't talk to no one today

Don't go to college don't go to their schools gotta be different this time
Can't write a letter can't share a postcard I can't write nothing at all
Trouble in transit stuck in this roadblock can't blend in with their crowd
On my computer they tapped my phone lines shush no that ain't allowed
Address the students address the house guys talk to the suits and the ties
I changed my wordplay so many times now I don't know what I sound like

You make me shiver you're all so tender play out your communist scheme
Not quite exhausted I'll do some scribing you will not disrupt my sleep
Burned all my notebooks they hate my notebooks they won't let me survive
My country's breaking burns like a furnace my passion keeps me alive.
 

This ain't no Groucho; this ain't no 'Lipsky; this ain't no Goog-ing around
This ain't no Laika, or Callmelennie
We ain't got equality for that now
 

Boon companions of karaoke hooliganism! What JOY! and Chalupa...you done good. We're baaackkk!

'pelipsky