it was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of july

there was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung

lonely in the sky

i was laying prone in my ?catbeat? home

listening to fine nappy jackie and his jazzcat's horn

sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang my phone

hello butterfly a voice said

slip on some duds comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad

the vibe here is very pleasant and i truly request your presence

a problem of great magnitude has arose

and as we speak it grows

damn, what could it be i thought

a juice i bought and rolled on down to her pad

seeing bros i know slapping fives i arrived and pressed G-5

and there was nikki

lookin some kind of sad with tears fallin from her eyes

she sat me down

and dug my frown and began to run it down

"you remember my boyfriend sid that fly kid who i love

well our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third

but do to our youth an economic state we wish to terminate

about this we don't feel great , but baby that's how it is

but the feds have dissed me

they ignore and dismiss

and the pro-lifers harrass me outside the clinic

and call me a murderer, now that's hate

so needless to say we're in a mental state of debate"

hey beautiful bird i said digging her somber mood

the fascists are some heavy dudes

they don't really give a damn about life

they just don't want a woman to

control her body or have the right to choose

but baby that ain't nothin

they just want a male finger on the button

because if you say war they will send them to die by the score

aborting mission should be your volition

but if souter and thomas have their way

you'll be standing in line unable to g