What really happened to our Tent City?
Do I blame them or do I blame the City?
Who can you count on when no one is really there?
Is it your own feces you lie in, or is it really the mayor?
What happens to your promises, Trump and Muriel Bowser?
I love my babies. It’s Pweezy shoulder they cry on.
How many years you had to clean my D.C. streets up?
Why blame Corona when it really y’all mess up?
Come on, let’s be realistic, who really make
Y’all executive decisions?
Is it Trump or is it the mayor?
I know I’m not pleased with D.C. streets.
Come on y’all, play fair!
Why did y’all throw back a budget?
I can’t believe my tent ain’t vanished.
All I see is death and lock ups.
Do we gotta pay for y’all f-ups?
Why is our city all at war?
What are y’all in office for?
I bet y’all clothes are the highest in the store.
Why my homeless shelter don’t have a fan?
I work for 12 cents an hour in the Feds, my uniform was tan.
Come on, y’all, don’t let Corona make y’all fidgety.
God is coming soon to Help my Tent City.
