Homepage Message By T Money

Kamala’s fighting for you!
Hey this is t. Money Green
Comin to you from the D!
I’m here to ask you to join me and my friends
And vote kamala!
Hey look, she fighting for women’s rights
She’s fighting for your Social Security
And education with no discrimination
D A M A T in the D, vote Kamala!

No Felon In Chief

LETS VOTE KAMALA!
Lets vote Kamala!
Its election time again, man
D A M A T in the D
Detroit!
We votin Kamala!
Well you better put her up on a pedestal
Or she’s gonna put your ass in a jail cell
Kamala s the one whose got us all excited
And she damn sure ain’t the one whose been indicted
Trump’s already slow and he’s gotten real old
Do you want to let a felon have the nuclear code?
Kamala’s workin hard to find a resolution
She ain’t out here trying to change the whole constitution
So to all you procrastinators, democrat haters
Do you really want to elect an American dictator?
Trump divided us had us fightin in the streets
He tried to destroy our democracy
Now for all of you that’s still undecided
For the sake of America, don’t let us be divided
We votin Kamala!

Sleepy Donny

*Spoken*
Wake up donny! It’s time to go to court again.
You’ve gotta pay your legal fees
Because of that porn star
Um, no, I’m not sleepy, okay, I’m just resting my eyes
*Sung*
Sleepy donald
Keeps nodding off
Can’t stay awake in court his chair is too soft
All these mean men, it’s just so hard
He could have took a nap instead he paid that pornstar
*Rap*
Oh it looks like Donny’s gotta take a little break
The mans swaying and shit, he can’t sit up straight
Can’t stay awake in court, doesn’t wanna debate
“But I like Sleepy Donald, he’s my candidate!”
Standin frozen at the podium, you see that shit?
He’s aint no leader, he’s a senile bitch
Call the nursing home, needs his own ass-wiper
The Donald has no clothes except for a diaper
Is this your man? Try to picture if you can.

How he’ll stand up to China when he can barely stand
His strategy is literally to ramble and stammer
So he can die before a judge decides to put him in the slammer
What’s the matter? I thought donny wanted the attention
But the dementia’s got him in another dimension
No contact from Melania, but he knows someone hotter
He’d totally date her if she wasn’t his daughter
And yo, if you thought sleepy joe was old
Just wait till ya see sleepy donald load
His shit-filled pants on the global stage
All while he’s begging vlad to have his legal bills paid
Lookin like an ugly ass rip van winkle
Heard you talking shit about my man John Dingell
If you weren’t so old, I’d straight up break your throat
But you can hold this L when Wayne County votes
We votin Kamala
(Lookin like an ugly ass rip van winkle)
We votin Kamala
(Lookin like an ugly ass rip van winkle)
DAMAT in the D

D Power

P o w e r
Yeah!
We got the power
Runnin up under that nuclear shower
Stayin together runnin together power
Everybody for the better power
I’m one vote but i’m power
Times mode that’s power
Closed fist black power
We grabbin the seat like its ours
………..
You say you got that money
But the power ain’t really for us
It’s a visual that you speak of
Donald Trump is off that dust
It’s a must that we bust

Or a curse is gonna fall on us
We salute that fucking capital
Cuz this is our turn to rush (yup)
Donald no! Trump no!
What’s my vote? get em goin’
Makin it great in my hood again
What the fuck you in my city for?
…….
Slurrin his words when he speak? yeah
Dig when he’s fallin asleep? yeah
Says he’ll debate with the b? yeah
And how we ain’t gonna be free?
Donald—got another episode
Trump—said he bout to let em know
Fuck
There i said it but i ain’t said it how i want to say it doe!
Vote Kamala!

Funk Trump

Funk Trump!
He’s a menace and we’re finished if we let him in
Paid Stormy the bag, I guess for that backend
Only President with mug shots
Looking for lights on the Gram, like he’s a proud pop
Funk Trump!
He’s a maniac, needs to be stopped
He’s unstable, matter a fact the boy need to be locked up
Funk Trump!
Stormin the capital we haven’t forgot
Punkin Head we ain’t feeling your criminal plot

Funk Trump! Vote Kamala!
Funk Trump! Kamala Harris!
In Court, sweatin through his skin
Too much stress, frustration, aggravation
Smilin in voters faces, back stabbing, trying to take the place
Make America greater? Greater than what?
This is the USA, no one greater than us!
Funk Trump!
Said it, meant it with a passion
Go out and vote! So, he don’t get back in.
D A M A T . . . in the D . . . .. VOTE KAMALA!

Anger Mismanagement

AH, you all giving praise to this racist muther fucker
Simple minded bitch, hate us cuz our skin color
Sleazy ass man try to bribe us with money
Making empty promises cuz he thinks we’re dummies
NAA, wake up!
Gotta realize what he’s doin
Don’t fall for his shit, its our minds that he’s foolin
Clappin for this man, when we really should be boin
He hates us in his heart, he don’t care who he’s screwin
This man is mad, angrier than hell
If he gets back in there, going blow up the world
Mad at Black Lives Matter, Hatin on the immigrants

And he hates Barrack Obama, and all the other Presidents
Now he’s mad at Stormy, and all his former friends ($130,000 worth)
Make America Great Again, is built by hatin men
The homeless will never end, they don’t get no dividends
A perve, a swerve, touchy touchy all on her private parts
He want it all, hush money before the trial starts
Divide and conquer, Build a Wall but we see through
The evil things Don do
Is this the guy that paid the porn star to lie wid him
But still wants to try to be ruler where I’m livin?
You must be trippin! No luggage, no budget, Donald Ducket
That’s where the money went, deep in his pockets where he stuck it
DAMAT . . . in the D . . . VOTE KAMALA!

Orange Face Jack in the Box

Yeah, well when they started with this orange faced Jack in the Box
Fake News, Fake News, yeah, crooked as cops
I’m down here for whatever happens
Black lives ain’t the only caption
Business, its affirmative action, its our backs to the wall, its breakin them shackles
Damat pass me the ball, this is me breaking them tackles
Never breaking out after, I’m first in the booth!
I’m voting for Joe and I’m voting for Truth!
Detroit Area Musicians, Against Trump!
We don’t need no more dictators
So don’t get me fixated, cuz there’ll be more intentional

Like marchin on capital places with strong looking cap faces
Trump want his regime back, trying to have us all out here
Wearing them A G A M hats
Grab her by the . . . . “EWE”
Indicted bout 4 times, he meant it when he said it
Since he said it that mean he lyin
Too many signs boy, too many crimes
He gonna build a wall, if you vote him in this time
So if you’re rollilng by, Stop in the polls
Running in there boy, make the sensible vote. VOTE KAMALA!
Detroit Area Musicans, against Trump!

Is This The Man

Is this the Man, who called for the extinction of the Central Park Five?
Found out they were innocent and didn’t even apologize?
Is this the Man, from the NYC, when he was “little T”
He wouldn’t rent to minorities?
Is this the Man, whose been indicted four different times?
Is this Man the Man charged with 80 different crimes?
Is this the Man who said he could shoot somebody and not loose a vote?
Is that Man for real, or some sick ass joke?
The Greatest trick is to convince the world that the Devil don’t exist.
Is this the Man, again, running for President?
D A M A T . . . in the D. VOTE KAMALA!

Race Relations

We never had it solved, or fully fixed
This fundamental fear of each other
Those figurative fences have always been erected
To frame the photo of American coexistence
The past has always percolated
Our differences have always delineated
Distrust, distortions, and displacements
The basic behaviors of unease
The distinct discomfort of accusation
And unacceptable utterances
With acidic aspersions
But there used to be a palpable promise
That it would not be long
before we all truly became color-blind
To cast to the past the chains of limitation
To realize how we’ve compartmentalized
Inflections and expectations

And ignored important information
To gain a more acute awareness
Of how our opinions have lacked a reasoned fairness
But now fear has doubled down
As demagogues decree
A distorted sense of how things used to be
How you and me
Are somehow only “free” if we
Look down, and simply refuse to see
A broader and more complex horizon of humanity
It is way too easy
To not reach for more challenging possibility
And instead remain in the firm rigidity
Of what we think we plainly see
Based upon a reality
Of oversimplified and selfish stupidity

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From “A Steady Drumbeat,” 2021 poetry by Steve DeDoes
copyright 2021 S.DeDoes / Full Score & 7 Music, Inc.