Thursday, December 8, 2016

Protest Series - More from J.K. Zimmerman

“The Bad Rappin' of D-Rap Da Donald aka Li'l Hands”

James K. Zimmerman

(as performed live on YouTube
with DJ Micky P and Kellyanne Da Con)

Yo! (beat) Let's go! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!
Do it, yo! (beat) Go low! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!

I don't gimme no hugs
to the thugs with the drugs
gonna build me a wall
so straight, so tall
so beautiful! (beat)
so beautiful! (beat)

(beat) Give it up now!
Yo! (beat) Let's go! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!
C'mon, yo! (beat) Go low! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!

Make a fist (beat), make a fist! (beat)
Get rid of them Muslim terrorists!
Take 'em down (beat), bomb 'em out (beat)
y'all know every day what I'm talkin' about!

Say yo! (beat) Let's go! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!
Do it, yo! (beat) Go low! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!

Put your hands up! (beat)
Put your hands up! (beat)
Put your hands up! (beat)
Put your hands up! (beat)

I can catch any bitch
by the tits or the snatch
I can take it so far 'cause
y'know I'm a star!

Believe it! (beat)
Show me love now! (beat)
Believe it! (beat)
Show me love now! (beat)

An' say yo! (beat) Let's go! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!
Say yo! (beat) Go low! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!

Stand up! (beat) Stand up! (beat)
Put the cuffs on Crooked Hillary
'cause she lies (beat), no surprise (beat)
don't give 'er no bail, she be rottin' in jail!

Put your hands up! (beat)
Put your hands up! (beat)
Put your hands up! (beat)
Put your hands up! (beat)

An' say yo! (beat) Let's go! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!
Do it, yo! (beat) Go low! (beat)
Lemme hear ya say no to Mexico!

Give it up now! (beat)
Give it up! (beat)
Put your hands up (beat)
for America!

Give it up now! (beat)
Give it up! (beat)
Put your hands up (beat)
for America!

(Fade to white)



“Charleston”

James K. Zimmerman

they accepted you
with grace in their midst
though your face

was not like theirs, your need
was not like theirs, and with you

they prayed for an hour
or more, ‘til the dark

in your heart opened up
their blood flowing free

and the walls cried out
with every shot, the pews

crumpled in pain, the street
wept red in the gutter

it was all of us
dying, we were all
of us dying, all of us

dying last night



Copyright©2016 by James K. Zimmerman – All Rights Reserved

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