Times like this
nothing seems to brue
with nothin to do.
there nothings in sight
as the world fights
no light in the darkness
for the country to see thers nothing but you and me
No else can ever see what there reall is to be
as it crashes
the world seems to get scratches
the ground crashes
world bashes
we cave in with out our den
losin our cave like dave
slavin around with a sound
losin what we get
with out ever a sit
but obhama can suck a tit
the world seems to dye
with out an eye
we cant blink, and stinks like ass
we cant even pass the rash.
the town goes down and he laughs like a clown
we fall with a pound
with out a sound
no way to say a word,
no other place to stay
with nothing else to say
the world seems to go
where theres no water flow
we dont even grow
the world gets low
no way to pay
there no help for us
but a bus right to hell
cause he pushed an fell
now this world will never get through
it flew away with a stray
no blame to the game
but blame the fame
he cant do shit
he so damn gay
now we have to end the stay.
days are poor,
cant even opend the door
the worlds so sore
there nothing else to adore
the worlds seems to pour
the people down
all they can do is frown
homies work for free
so there nothing for us to be
so obahma sues you and me
he cant get enough
even though its rough
tough is the times
there aint even dimes
i hope he sees this rhyme
he needs to fly away
he needs to go
so we can again have our dough
hes so low i cant even blow
so now the days are over
we will have to end
with no damn say
so now lets all pray.
