Sold my soul to the game, wasn't cheap.
Loves you at first, then it plays for keeps.
Finally light outside; another night on the streets.
Couple grand in my hand, trying to feed my little man.
Get rich or die trying; change of plan.
To get this money; had to give my right hand.
Life's a *****; I blame that on the man.
Another hustle, another day
another hommie, getting carried away.
Pray for the strong, that prey on the weak.
Protect me soul, when we finally meet.
Got my name from woman,
Learn game from the street.
God ain't answering my prayers,
must be waiting til we meet.
Focused on the money,
I'm just trying to eat.
Killing myself, trying to make ends meet.

i had a thing up with this girl,
but it turned out it was wrong,
its ended now,
so i just thought,
that i might right this song,
im not gonna whine,
im not gonna ****** cry,
instead il just say thank you,
for making me this new guy,
for opening my eyes,
cause now i see,
that everything that feels this good is never meant to be,
it still hurts you know,
inside of me,
so il wait patiently until it leaves.

but its not that simple,
see you cant just quit it,
when its deep inside of you,
when its what your livin,
see i get blamed for theft,
at least attempted,
cause people dont know that whole story,
step off,
if anyones to blame,
yeah its me,
come on haters let it out,
you can rip me piece to piece,
but leave her alone,
its not her fault im a ****** idiot you should know by now im ******,
so let me hear it,
cause imma only shrug it off,
cause you gon' judge me anyway so hommie get lost,
im not gon Change,
nah, i Can't,
so if thats what you want from me,
best i can do is rant.

A demon is an angel in a wrong life;
When good lusts evil, the aftermath, hurt and strife,
When Mr. goody-two-shoes, had-been gets 'bad' for a wife;
That's, Satan getting behind you holding a sharp knife!!!

You curved a villain without thinking twice...
You bred a demon, now have a slice!!!
Its not life when we rehearse to be nice.
What's the point of life when another life is the price?

Every little makes a Mickey.
Every Mini, makes the sin sticky.
Life's no journey, nor ice cream, its tricky.
If normal keeps changing, its normal to be freaky!!!

The going got tough, but the tough have already gone mad.
Its life hommie... Evil flows in veins, not blood.
Even Wacko Jacko couldn't survive in a time this bad.
Somebody call Noah, this life needs a flood!!!

The act has been repeated for a time, too long.
We've all forgotten the place to which the actors belong.
Change is the only constant song.
Oh! The past too, but that's the archive for our every wrong.

A villain is the goblin.
An angel is before the green.
Smash open the windows! Doors are shut, room's closing in!!!
Everything's changed... Dull for good, Fun for sin.

A demon is cain.
But there's no place for good men.
Everybody thinks it cool to be a villain.
Yes, life flows not on joy, but on pain.

Its us, we're the things we do.
The thought, and wishes too.
There no demons in those movies you view.
The demons are; you and the people around you.

Keep Smiling

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can’t even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I’m going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It’s good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don’t belong
like Rodney King said can’t we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio’s on
it’s never too late to hear the end of this song
got beggars crying & I’m not lying
get fish to eat but I’m not frying
Stop listening to hells lies cause you know Satan is lying



Unity
Come take out your bible
Let us start a revival
Unification is the plan
Grab your bothers hand
We shall all live to understand
The drunkard in the gutter is still are brother
This nation is drifting further apart
Blown away by Satan’s fiery darts
Look to uphold one another and pray
Others may claim it ought not be that way
We all need unity you see
Let us break through all the hate & negativity
The black, brown, yellow & red
What is going on inside our heads
Stand tall with the gay, trans & straight
Stop all this violence with deep hate
While Trump is in his ivory tower
We all need to relax & take a hot shower
This is the time the moment the hour of power
Flirting faces in certain traces
Got folks out running the bases
Stand up for who you are on the inside
Many just want to play games & run away to hide
but these are desolate times yet we settle
for ill but faded rhymes
Both Jessie Jackson & Reverand Al wants you to join hands to be a pal
Please stop the racisim my man
Seek for unification as a plan
Not a break on a long vacation
Plant seeds of kindness
Close up wounds that bind us
Learn to take baby steps in the sand
Like Obama once said, “Yes We Can”.
Stop sticking it to the man
May have to reach through party lines
Lift your head up high with a face that shines
Pray with all of your might
Stop living each day by sight
With time your faith will grow
May have to knock the wind out of your sail to inflate your ego
Love will keep us together and the way we should go
Let’s look above for the heavenly love
Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows colder
In time we shall shine
Don’t turn around when your hands on the plough
Unity is where we should all be
Living in America the home of both the brave & free



In These Times

Can't we read between the lines
another pardon but people starving
North Korea's little man
we are going to build a wall from a know it all
in these times I stake my claim
not for power nor for fame
it's a shame we came this far to discover
from a president with a comb over
where is the love & stop all the hate
call it fate a new position for your intuition
these are your marching orders to proceed with love
coming down out of a hand with love
many suffer in silence invading all the violence
in these times we must stand in line
not to pretend that everythings fine
we have become socially wandering wizards
trying to drain the swamp & then what
the whole political scheme make me want to throw up
got babies having babies with abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
don't turn your backs when saluting are country's flag
there are lines being drawn out in the sand
hopefully someday all will understand
In these times we have created a rhyme
got you broke down to your last thin dime
yet keep your chin up you can surely shine
all things beautiful in its time

The day I die
Before I died,
I want to go to the bar and drink beers with
My hommie
I don't want to die a ******.
I want to see my grandchildren, if I have one.
I want to know the exact day I am going to die.
The code dress should be white Or pink.
It was a funeral, not a disaster.
The day I diedIt would be a sad day.
But remember, it was my funeral, not yours.
No crying or long face
Order the best meal in the world.
I want to be buried in a coffin made of gold and diamonds.
Don't forget to bury me in my favourite clothes.
Italian wine And a silver cupAfter I die,Wake me up with a fresh rose.
Clean my buried ground.
Don't forgethow good I am to the world.
if I am not, Just pretend I am.

Daughter
@niamornimo
Child a mans attention is not
A down payment for your loyalty
Until he has made his intentions
Verbally clear,
treat him like a hommie
He is nothing but a friend
And when he tells you that he likes you
Promised phone calls begins to play ghost
Expect an explanation
This time we will not let it go
When he tells you he's not into labels
Go ahead and tell his bluff
Advise him to go to his coach
And tell him he ain't in it
For championship is a title
Just like naive, stupid
And i ain't raising one of them
So tell him to put a label in it
Or he can keep it,
I didn't go through the goals of
Getting children just
For the fun of it
So yeah you maybe the little
Girl who's gat to get permission
From her father for them
To get a glimpse of your beautiful soul
What kind of a mother will i be
Raising a woman who's soul
Has scars like mine
So get your Ex and have him come back
And have him explain to me
Why my daughter's heart is bleeding
Flooding my bedroom floor
I know that probably its not all
His fault
And it takes two to break a heart
But miss me on that women do it too
So you can write that poem
Coz this one is for my never be daughter
For i feel her heart grow
More and more faint
For some child of God who's playing
Freestyle with my affections!
This is not about closure
This is about accountability
Your relationship is not for
Lost and found for him
To find his intentions with you
So when he tells you He isn't ready
Ask him how much time did
Spend knees bent before
The father before getting lost at your door
So when your friends wake up to morning kisses
Meet them on highways and smile
Your value is non negotiable.
Before i pick you in pieces
Better ask that son
If his mother never taught him to return
To the sender better than found.

#End of brokenness #Commit if ready to be responsible

you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just ***** and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

P.S. Return To Sender

Bruh, I know your up but it's getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I'm sweating from the new day's sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can't even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I'm going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It's good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don't belong
like Rodney King said can't we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio's on
it's never too late to hear the end of this song
got beggars crying & I'm not lying
get fish to eat but I'm not frying
Stop listening to hells lies cause you know Satan is lying

Stop trying to act hard before you wind up at the end of a clip

With  your blood leaving your body going drip drip drip

A Real man  doesn't try to be something that he's not

You're not Built For This and heart simply isn't something you got

So pick that pen and paper up and keep your *** in school

Put Down the strap open up a book and use your brain as your tool

These streets don't forgive and they definitely don't forget

Stop playing Gangster before a real G steps up and leaves your *** wet

Your body ligned and chalked lifeless and blue

Your momma crying on her knees as all the ***** oozes out of you

So look to the sky and thank God for this big hommie giving you a warning shot

And  listen to my words take another path for your life I just bought

Don't let me catch you slippin stay off of  the block

Or the last sound you will here is the click clack of my glock

Want more for yourself and have some self respect

Your life is not something you should ever neglect

So remember there's a guy like me on every corner of every street

So dream big and reach for the stars little  homie so you and I never have to meet

Christmas is for midgets spread out in a given circumstance,
focus...view...take notice a chord of given chance you guess
success...in view of restraint...artist doth paint, hero's faint
demonstrate, a clear episode to make salt Peter will fade
grab a hold of the mystery smile want in praise of a video smile
be proud of who you are the melody as you can go far
you shining star...

that's my baby filled with stone a grab of Hershey's Chocolate to conform,
blight by the house turned to dust we are sad but trust
climb the corporate ladder as you may feel
a rolling pin the quest to make a deal,

here I aim to refuse its *** appeal
Roger rabbit,
flurry a habit
follow me down as the fate of disaster..,

flood of berry's that may hinder the travel
may come back in the body wrap
shapes of mere notice in the episode of make believe
I'm against guns but  Ted Nugent wants to search for that tender need,
borders, controllers & booster,

what has begun of your pale sister
season crop makes a big deal
plain as you walk finish what you have been taught
by your self underneat the tree with a smile

a near room mate treasured as you smile
Trump want the wall...spring a tooth from mouth my sweet no it all twice,
promise to love and not to hate a burdened smile of silver fate
draw a line through the sun stay for room to have a bit of fun

while your glued to your seat take a sip of warm ***
building bridges to complete what comes out so very naturally,
snake pit, lions den..you need some one to be your friend
Christmas IS More Then ****** In A Work Shop Please

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can’t even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I’m going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It’s good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don’t belong
like Rodney King said can’t we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio’s on
it’s never too late to hear the end of this song

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just  and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

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