The People's Cube - Political Satire

If mom had aborted me
When I was a baby
I wouldn't here anyway
One more dead baby

If Obama had a son
He'd look like Trayvon
Beat a man on the ground
For walking behind him

Give my votes to Liberals
Promising tomorrow
I submit to dependence
Give me all your sorrows

If I worked a union
Would you take my dues
Answering I bet you would
You'll take it all from me

If I were a city
And steel mills were closing
Would you miss those union dues
Your coffers filling

If I were full term baby
And you were my mother
Would you abort me anyway
Would you kill your baby?

Would you abort me anyway
And kill your baby?

If Mom had aborted you ... when you were a baby ... would you still be writing this ... will I rhyme this maybe?

Is food for thought during August beet harvest, da? Perhaps I can work of response as I sharpen my sickle ... Dearest Leader! People's Muse has bestirred herself inside me already

If I had a prompter
I'd yammer in the morning
I'd yammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd yammer 'bout hatred
I'd yammer on resentment
I'd yammer away love
Between the bruthas and the crackas
All over this land

If I cast a spell
I'd cast it in the morning
I'd cast it in the evening
All over this land
I'd wring away reliance
I'd bring on dependence
I'd bring a child-like bond
Between the governed and The System
All over this land

If I knew a wrong
I'd scream it in the morning
I'd scream it in the evening
All over this land
I'd scream about dangers
I'd scream to cause mourning
I'd scream away trust
Between the bruthas and the crackas
All over this land

Well, I've got a prompter
And I'll cast a spell
And I've got some wrongs to scream
Al over this land
It's the prompter of resentment
It's the spell of dependence
It's a way to break bonds
Between the bruthas and the crackas
All over this land