State of the Union

What's really at stake?
The state of a union
The state of humans
G-d forbid a final solution
For all the excuses
Good people showed their juice
And now the movement can really start moving

I thought we needed 007 in the double 08
When double trouble dictates votes carry double the weight
If States were swinging on the bubble I was set to hop a shuttle
Resettle across the puddle
Cut every loss
Chalk it up to troubled couples in Middle America
Living in Reconstruction or another awful era
According to the laws of error
There was plus or minus 6% chance
That we would awake to terror
Prolonged on November 5th for 4 more years
More racism than gender shit it’s all so clear
Somewhere between a call to arms and a need for beer
Every Obama calling center is ringing with tears
In one hand an unlit a spliff to chief
The room silent in disbelief
No signs of a trick or thief
Just electoral misery
A chance to make history
What happened why didn't we?
Democracy is idiocy
Goes down as mystery

Can you believe it? Can I believe it?

I had to do a double take
Too easy like an oven bake
Pinch me or just fucking shake me till my eyes are wide awake
Started like a subtle quake
Moved on to my upper faith
We took it to the streets 1000 deep a couple jakes
And it was all peace
Car horns and chants
No more Dubya to feed the hardcore rants
Ballots were like underpants a laxatives chance
Hope was like candle now it’s more like lamp
We’ve got a new franchise with a massive of fans
On point
And all the activists are active and amped
Republicans stay running shit without catching cramps
But this the year collective action ambushed all their plans

Can you believe it? Can I believe it?

I'm not convinced Obama's not a pin in the grenade
But 7th graders with Obama pins is simple and great
A symbol of change
Or at the least
The desire of the people to break the spell of evil
And the global perception we’re feeble
My People Mi Gente
What's different today?
Did voting get you a raise?
Or wrote off all of your pain?
Have we elected a saint?
Or resurrected a King?
Look in the mirror reflect
You're the agent for the change
Every single person is their own Able and Cain
But we've got nimble minds even when disabled with canes
This election was proof the warlords had to go
And that most everyday Americans say
Fuck the Status Quo
I hope you casted votes
I clap like castanets
I want to see Chuck D in Barack's first cabinet
Minister of Simpleness and Making Sense
And I can be the
Rabbi of Domestic Microphone Defense
What president never rode the fence?
But then again what president ever felt a hot comb
In the hand of his grandparents?
This is a grand entrance
It was night to dance
Stay enchanted energized but not entranced

This is a grand entrance
It was night to dance
Stay enchanted energized but not entrance