Rap Master: Vanilla Ole Man
Album: View From A Florida Retirement Home
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
I made up this song to move your feet
My spellings so bad cause I’m so street.
We’re goin one step forward and two steps back
With luck, we won’t have a heart attack.
Been running up and down in the corridors
Trying to come up with perfect metaphors.
We just make up the words as we go along,
If we stick together, we can’t go wrong.
The police had me behind locked doors,
Cause I said, I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours.
Of all the things that’s turned to toast,
I guess I miss my mind the most.
But if you're sitting there thinking, this ain't the bomb Give me a minute and we'll wrap up this song
I got a new shirt cause I’m so hip
Just look, It’s got fishes all over it
The Governor works with the Florida House,
But his ears make him look like Mickey Mouse.
He seems to be trying to build a mote,
He’s afraid we’ll all register and vote.
Is Florida a Democracy?
Or has it turned into a Plutocracy?
In a world that has no ends,
We’re are going to have to deal with Republicans
The Gov’s so rich, the Gov’s so bad,
He gave away a $Billion we could’a had.
Is Florida a Plutocracy?
The Gov’s not worried about Medicare,
Nuttin in it for him, why should he care?
Florida a Democracy?
Florida a Plutocracy?
We're going one step forward, two steps back One step forward, two steps back With luck, we won’t have a heart attack.