The People's Cube - Political Satire

The media heads, They are explodin',
Tempers flarin', anger loadin',

They're dumb enough to shrill while my people's votin',
They say this is a war, The Mueller Report they're totin',
And even the Cable News Network has bodies floatin',

But they tell me over and over and over again… its my end,
Ah, they won't believe there's just no proof of obstruction.


Don't they understand, what I'm trying to say?
And can't they hide their fears I'll win again someday?

If impeachment is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to stop their irrelevant graves

Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,

And they repeat over and over and over again… its my end,
Ah, they won't believe there's just no proof of obstruction.

Yeah, their blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
They're sittin' there, just contemplatin',

They can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of viewers won't increase their ratings,

And marchers alone can't save their stations,
When trust in the media is disintegratin',
“Russian collusion” is just too frustratin',

And they tell me over and over and over again.. its my end,
Ah, they won't believe there's just no proof of obstruction.

Think of all the hate they don't have for Red China!
Then take a look around at the hate for, Alabama!

Ah, they may mock me, for a Space Force in space,
But when I leave here, it'll be in its place,
The poundin' of their drums, the lies and disgrace,
Their medium is dead, internet in its place.

Hate their next door neighbor, cause he “Makes America Great”,

And they tell me over and over and over and over again its the end
They won't believe there's just no proof of obstruction

No, no, they won't believe there's just no proof of obstruction.

When I was bound over to the Peoples Bureau of Cardiac Refurbishment for treatment, the guards taunted me with

Your beery gut, it is explodin
Your ass is pearin'; face is bloatin
The stuff you eat is swill; no sugarcoating
You say you dont believe in drugs
But what's that butt you're smoking
And even your fatty liver's
Got cholesterol floating
And you tell ME over and over
And over again, thought criminal
How you didnt believe you're on
The brink of infarction

PROGG SEMI-OFF: There is much to be equal for in your effort, Mi Presidente. This is not an easy song to do, especially the later stanzas. I nailed the first, but struggled with others. Alhough I did score one Peoples Hall of Equality couplet

Think of all the plaque, there was in Rich Pryor
Then turn around and look at Slick Man Willie Clinton