Or Else, It Ends (& funky bass)

Text:

© ALawrence1
Who are all these people knockin’ on my door,

Theyz all a comin’ from a distant shore.

What we gonna do when they’re on the street,

Theyz ain’t someone that I’d like to meet.

Gonna take my heart away.

Gonna take my land today.

What ya gonna do tomorrow.

When your life is filled with sorrow.



Hey, who the hell do you think you are?

You don’t belong here!

Look, can’t you see the fence, can’t you see the wall?

This is my land!

This is where we belong, not you.

Get outta here!

Go back to where you come from.

Ya, ya, I’m talkin’ to you all buddy, I’m talkin’ to you!



Peoples all askin’ where’s your humanity?

Don’t they all know that this is insanity.

Why do they want me to share my land?

Sometimes I feel like it’s Custer’s last stand.

Gonna take my heart away,

Gonna take my land today.

What ya gonna do tomorrow,

When your life is filled with sorrow.




OK, OK, I’ll let them in.

Just to prove that I’m “politically correct”.

I wouldn’t want the “snowflakes” to melt.

I wouldn’t want anybody’s “safe space” compromised.

Do you think I’m displaying micro-aggression?



So come on people!

How wez all gonna figure this out?

Maybe the only safe space is the moon.

Cause this earth it’s going to hell in a hand basket.

If we don’t get it all together.

You and me brother, you and me sister.

We gotta find a way, we just gotta find a way to live together!


Or else, it ends!