Prophetic Spaghetti0s

 
the day stabbed the night in the back
while Johnny Cash sang hurt
on the black and white television

the children from my ghetto
came to watch the murder
the night had never been kind to them

blood pooled
there were curses on the wind
the day fled the scene of the crime
leaving the sun to hang for his sin
god walked in
asking what was all the bedevilment?

the poor children looting the White House
all pointed at the orange man
saying it was him
he went to jail twenty to life

he wasn't guilty of the killing
but the ghetto knows
who turned off all their lights
leaving them with the enemy

now they dance in the streets
the court jester is behind bars
and the darkness lies dead

he never saw the day coming