La Femme Fu00e9tal Lyrics - Reachin' (a New Refutation Of Time And Space) - Digable Planets

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, the 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 spot 

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 due 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 me 

The pro-lifers harass 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 get Welfare while they'll be out 

Hunting and fishing 

It has always been around, it will always have a niche 

But they'll make it a privilege, not a right 

Accessible only to the rich 

Hey, Pro-lifers should dig themselves 

Because life doesn't stop after birth 

And to a child born to the unprepared 

It might even just get worse 

The situation would surely change if they were to find themselves in it 

Supporters of the H-Bomb, and fire-bombing clinics 

What type of shit is that? Orwellian, in fact 

If Roe v. Wade was overturned, would not the desire remain intact 

Leaving young girls to risk their healths 

And doctors to botch, and watch as they kill themselves 

I don't want to sound macabre 

But hey, isn't it my job 

To lay it on the masses and get them off their asses 

To fight against these fascists 

So, whatever you decide, make that move with pride 

Sid will be there and so will I 

An insect 'til I die 

Rhythms and sounds 

Spinning around 

Confrontations 

Across the nation 

Your block 

My block 

Dreadlocks 

What a shock 

Land of the free 

But not me, not me