Do not put your trust in Barack Obama.
No matter your inclination,
We've finally got an african american in the white house consecration
Or scent of perspiration,
Don’t you do it.
Cause sure he’s got those big-eared, good looks that no woman can deny,
He’s a Harvard educated guy,
And I hear he fries up anyone who opposes his health care plan for breakfast,
But we all know he can’t help me with the contents of my grocery list,
And those clever speechmaking tricks aren’t the kind of fix my heart needs
When I’m feelin’ lonely under a cloudy sky.
And let’s face it, someday the boy won’t be alive.
He’s gonna die,
Just like you and I and all of Bill Clinton's endless stream of ladies in the night,
So don’t get your hopes up, allright?
And while I’m at it, don’t bet all your money on a bunch of horses,
No matter what kind of tip you squeezed from your inside sources,
Cause that orange juice ain’t fresh pressed,
Turns kinda bitter when Smarty Jones is stumblin’ down the stretch,
And lord knows there hasn’t been a triple-crown winner since the 70’s,
And not even the rippling flanks of the majestic Secretariat,
Or the feel good story of Seabiscuit overcoming the odds seemed like a sure thing at the time,
So save yourself the peace of mind and put your money where your blind eyes can see it.
You know, come to think of it, you can’t count on the weather,
The attraction of your chick magnet, pimpified pleather pants,
An endless romance,
my math skills,
an endless stream of dollar bills,
purple pills
Or getting included in your grandfather’s will.
You know you can’t trust a Sicilian when death is on the line.
In fact, it seems death is the only thing really certain,
But that’s completely depressing
And, it turns out, not even remotely true since it’s already been conquered,
So what can you trust?
What if I could stop the rain,
Harness the clouds,
If the breath from my mouth sent innocent children playful dreams,
Wrapping them tenderly in the warmth of snuggly sheets?
What if my fingers dripped the dew,
Knew every flight of the soaring eagle,
Gave them food,
Could change the mood of the hopeless,
The defender of the fatherless,
Opening blind eyes,
Including the ostracized,
Healing the paralyzed?
What if I could make the dead come to life?!
And what if I left all that power in the skies
Just so I could be your friend,
No matter what it cost me in the end?
What if I limited myself to the frail form of my own creation
Risking rejection,
Hurled insults,
Pointed spears of suffering,
Inhuman torture,
Being left alone by everyone
Just so I could see your beautiful face again?
Would you trust Me then?
