Much To Do About Nothing

Divided we are. Divided we fall! Been doing a whole lot of Woody these days, self portraits, Union man, "This land..." Bout the only thing that satisfies my realty now that the maggots are taking over. Let's face the facts, this "minority" movement didn't come out of the woodwork, but from decaying feces. Drain the swamp, make it a cesspool, maggot heaven. But no matter what tempest of storms "the battle outside ragging" brings, the "minority vote" Turncoats can never set this nation back. Remember, we are 3-million stronger in body, way worrier in mind, way superior with soul and liberty will be ours once again...soon!

Old Man Trump(Words by Woody Guthrie)

I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate
He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed that color line
Here at his Beach Haven family project

Beach Haven ain't my home!
No, I just can't pay this rent!
My money's down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain't my home!

I'm calling out my welcome to you and your man both
Welcoming you here to Beach Haven
To love in any way you please and to have some kind of a decent place
To have your kids raised up in.
 
Beach Haven ain't my home!
No, I just can't pay this rent!
My money's down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain't my home!