Do The Walk Poem by Madrason .

Around the white house blue skies and white clouds
but on the base it isn't the face of white crowds
being the worlds Ghetto of a divide and rule fool
those Yeah nicking redheads of petrol and oil
the country at loss for its own hangmen folk
putting their mouths where their money can't walk
the pace of a ratrace amplifying racism
the deep South moved up north into X-spacism
henceforth the mercantile file thugs are marching
and fascism's arrowpoints sharpening
they cling together and gather
those white flocks of sheep without any stain
complaining about that continues rain
a future entirely lost for their gain
those black sheep are smarter and wait till the night
and with great delight they beat up their fright
like great mad musicians which know this drill
isn't it madness which such great a chill
with ice in their houses and their frozen spouses
taken at will such and empathy killed;
isn't it madness which such great a chill
with ice in their houses and their frozen spouses
taken at will such and empathy killed
and from DC the rednecks will flee
Black and stained as panthers their so called enemy
and from DC the rednecks will flee
Black and stained as panthers their so called enemy
Around the white house blue skies and white clouds
but on the base it isn't the face of white crowds
being the worlds Ghetto of a divide and rule fool
those Yeah nicking redheads of petrol and oil
the country at loss for its own hangmen folk
putting their mouths where their money can't walk
never learned from history that bullshit don't talk!