My name is Donald Trump and ima pain in the rump
and I’m gonna take this country straight to the dump
Like a pain in the ass, my garbage killin all the grass
and accomplishments of past, putting dials up the masts of all the Rich class
So they can sail in the winds of change out of the range of the middle and poor classes – so strange
Right to line their pockets and poke out your eye sockets
while the swamp gets drained and we all get trained to look the other way
and then we’ll all rue the day as they say what they say
spooning out diversions so we’ll look the other way
his tweets are strategy hey hey
But all us people we won’t play that cuz we cannot let this Orange crap be the big rat trap
that puts us flat on our back no we’re gonna load up our packs with the whips that will crack
the world back awake as we start to take us back to a seat at the table setting the plate for being able
To step up to the batters box and have recourse for those old white sly foxes who think we’re dumb as oxes we’re not just sitting back watching clicks tick tock’sin
It’s work we gotta be doing holding ourselves and all you true in keeping the resistance
so they can’t cast those looks askance thinkin’ they still have the chance to continue to do the dance in our graves as we sit back and take it
Shit
That ain’t sittin right with me and with you it shouldn’t be
so there’s no return to strange fruit hanging in a tree letting alt right Steve B guide Trump thru history taking us back in reality where we already used to be
No