[00:10.529]It was 8:49 on a beautiful ninth day of July[00:13.781]There was not a cloud to speak of, so the orange sun hung[00:18.222]Lonely in the sky[00:19.627]I lay prone in my cavi home[00:21.787]Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazzcat's horn[00:24.707]Sliding in a tape of Bird on Verve, when suddenly rang my phone[00:28.329]"Hey, Butterfly," the voice said[00:31.537]"Slip on some duds, comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad[00:34.206]The vibe here is very pleasant, and I truly request your presence[00:40.348]A problem of great magnitude has arose[00:44.435]And as we speak it grows"[00:45.595]"Damn, what could it be?" I thought[00:47.218]A juice I bought and rolled on down to her spot[00:50.368]Seeing bros I know, slapping fives I arrived and pressed G-5[00:54.591]And there was Nikki[00:55.646]Lookin' some kind of sad with tears fallin' from her eyes[00:59.347]She sat me down, and dug my frown and began to run it down[01:03.721]"You remember my boyfriend Sid, that fly kid who I love?[01:07.249]Well, our love was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third[01:11.946]But due to our youth and economic state, we wish to terminate[01:16.042]About this we don't feel great, but baby, that's how it is[01:19.564]But the feds have dissed me[01:21.263]They ignored and dismissed me[01:22.968]The pro-lifers harass me outside the clinic[01:25.620]And call me a murderer, now that's hate[01:28.501]So needless to say, we're in a mental state of debate"[01:30.963]"Hey, beautiful bird", I said, digging her somber mood[01:36.106]"The fascists are some heavy dudes[01:38.420]They don't really give a damn about life[01:41.414]They just don't want a woman to control her body[01:43.552]Or have the right to choose[01:46.133]But baby that ain't nothin'[01:48.093]They just want a male finger on the button[01:50.579]Because if you say war, they will send them to die by the score[01:55.081]Aborting mission should be your volition[01:57.893]But if Souter and Thomas have their way[02:00.255]You'll be standing in line unable to get Welfare while they'll be out hunting and fishing[02:05.037]It has always been around, it will always have a niche[02:10.030]But they'll make it a privilege, not a right[02:12.485]Accessible only to the rich[02:14.953]Hey, pro-lifers need to dig themselves[02:17.015]Because life doesn't stop after birth[02:19.174]And for a child born to the unprepared[02:21.781]It might even just get worse[02:24.536]The situation would surely change, if they were to find themselves in it[02:28.887]Supporters of the H-bomb and fire-bombing clinics[02:34.333]What type of shit is that? Orwellian, in fact[02:38.773]If Roe v. Wade was overturned, would not the desire remain intact[02:43.451]Leaving young girls to risk their healths[02:46.832]Doctors to botch, and watch as they kill themselves?[02:50.904]Now, I hate to sound macabre[02:52.750]But hey, isn't it my job[02:54.900]To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses[02:58.536]To fight against these fascists?[03:01.781]So, whatever you decide, make that move with pride[03:04.947]Sid will be there and so will I[03:07.868]An insect 'til I die ('Til I die)[03:13.266]Rhythms and sounds[03:15.193]Spinning around[03:18.022]Confrontations[03:20.036]Across the nation[03:22.281]Your block, my block[03:23.889]Dreadlocks[03:24.995]What a shock[03:26.657]Land of the free[03:28.278]But not me, not me[03:32.650]Not me, not me[03:37.383]Not me, not me[03:42.017]Not me, not me[03:46.556]Not me, not me[04:00.049]The mind is time, the mind is space[04:03.207]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste[04:04.670]Hey, what's happening?[04:06.541]Insects causing fun[04:07.508]Ninety-three million miles away from the sun[04:10.381]New grooves, show and prove[04:14.069]It's the move (The move)[04:15.982]Funky songs, but let me not prolong[04:19.528]So check it out[04:25.746]The mind is time, the mind is space[04:26.466]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste[04:27.966]The mind is time, the mind is space[04:29.997]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste[04:32.477]The mind is time, the mind is space[04:34.007]A horn rush, a bass flush for minds to taste