La Femme Fetal

It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July
There was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung
Lonely in the sky
I lay prone in my catbeat home
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazzcat's horn
Sliding in a tape of Bird on Verve when suddenly rang my phone
"Hey butterfly," a voice said
"Slip on some duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly request your presence
A problem of great magnitude has arose
and as we speak it grows."
Damn, what could it be I thought
A juice I bought and rolled on down to her spot
Seeing bros I know slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki
Lookin some kind of sad with tears fallin' from her eyes
She sat me down
And dug my frown and began to run it down
"You remember my boyfriend Sid that fly kid who I love
Well, our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But due to our youth and economic state we wish to terminate
About this we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is
But the feds have dissed me
They ignored and dismiss me
And the pro-lifers harrass me outside the clinic
And call me a murderer, now that's hate
So needless to say we're in a mental state of debate."
"Hey beautiful bird," I said, digging her somber mood
"The fascists are some heavy dudes
They don't really give a damn about life
They just don't want a woman to
Control her body or have the right to choose
But baby that ain't nothin'
They just want a male finger on the button
Because if you say war they will send them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be your volition
But if Souter and Thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line unable to get welfare while they'll be out
Hunting and fishing
It has always been around it will always have a niche
But they'll make it a privilege not a right
Accessible only to the rich
Hey, pro-lifers need to dig themselves
'Cause life doesn't stop after birth
And to a child borne to the unprepared
It might even just get worse
The situation will surely change
If they were to find themselves in it
Supporters of the H-bomb and fire bombing clinics
What type of shit is that? Orwellian in fact
If Roe v. Wade was overturned would not the desire remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk their healths
And doctors to botch and watch as they kill themselves
Now, I hate to sound macabre
But hey, isn't it my job
To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses
To fight against these fascists
So whatever you decide make that move with pride
Sid will be there
And so will I
An insect til I die
Rhythms and sounds
Spinning around
Confrontations
Across the nation
Your block
My block
Dreadlocks
What a shock
Land of the free - but not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me..."