La Femme Fetal

It was 8:49 on a beautiful night 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 cavi home
Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn
Sliding in a tape of Bird on Verve when suddenly rang my phone

"Hey, butterfly," the 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 G5
And there was Nikki, looking some kind
Of sad with tears falling 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 dismissed me
The pro-lifers harassed me outside the clinic
And called 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 nothing
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
Because life don't stop after birth
And for a child born to the unprepared, it might even just get worse

The situation would surely change if
They were to find themselves in it

Supporters of the H-bomb and firebombing 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

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
Not me, not me

Hey, what's happening?
Insects causing fun
Ninety-three million miles away from the Sun
New grooves, show and prove
It's the move
Funky songs, but let me not prolong