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Cup does runneth 
over, rhyme inside'a 
me at last, was 
barren and so 
empty til inside 
there drops a 
splash,

of rich poetic 
potions mixed with 
collard greens and 
hash, let's picture 
hours after the 
economy has 
crashed.

The whole world 
saw it coming on 
our back; 
impending doom, 
so don't believe the 
newsroom talk of 
how it's ending 
soon,

it's not just pipin hot 
it's burnin 3 degrees 
from noon, but won't 
be real until you 
hear this nation 
sing the blues.

We'd lose the 
government's 
assistance, it would 
be no joke, the 
unemployment, 
welfare food stamps 
gone, there'd be no 
hope,

come slice this 
mental Wonder 
bread then sit and 
eat a loaf, there 
wouldn't be much 
growth around at all 
to feed the folks.

The homeless 
though do lay their 
heads by where I 
catch the train, the 
richest country in 
the world can't help 
them, that's a 
shame,

but multiply the 
handful by the 
millions that'll hang, 
their heads in 
shame with no 
economy, yo that's 
the game.

The President's 
approval ratings 
dwell where cellars 
be, the days 
of 'meat for dinner' 
gone, no sales on 
celery,

and that's for those 
of us who're 
blessed with God's 
defining truth, or go 
out like the 30s 
where we'd stand in 
line for soup.

A real life 'Book Of 
Eli', ain't no gas to 
run the cars, your 
feet would beat 
retreats in cold and 
heat to run you far,

in fact if the 
economy did end 
up true deceased, I 
guarantee you'd find 
those selling kids 
for food to eat.

The loss of all 
morality heats up 
like yellow sand, to 
witness inhumanity 
defeat your fellow 
man,

brutality and 
savag'ry would grip 
this very land, to 
have the cleanest 
water or a bit of 
DairyLand.

It then would turn to 
war amidst the 
races and the 
creeds, Apollo died 
while boxing, folks 
like that are safe 
and free,

majority's priority,    
minorities would fall, they'd 
light us up Paul Mall 
in other words they'd bomb 
us all.

Scenarios are 
worse case but I'm 
not that wrong at 
all, so fellas stuffing 
dollars in the 
thongest of the 
draws,

and ladies who just 
live to go and ball 
out at the mall, 
enjoy it, stand up 
tall and pray to God 
it all don't fall.
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