I Wish It Would Rain (Please, Make It Stop)

I Wish It Would Rain (Please Make It Stop),

All the bullshit I’m telling is getting to be too much and I need a magical drop.

God, please send your love down to me because, it’s all driving me insane,

I can’t help myself, but this is the only way I know how to get fame.

Wait a minute… there, now I’m right back on track,

For a while, I was having a panic attack.

Jack in D.C., seems he never takes a break,

And Fani in Atlanta, forever dead on my case.

I must always be in motion, staying on the move,

Pretty hard to hit a moving target and I must not lose.

Still, a little rain would be a very big help,

The people around me, I always hear them “yelp”.

I ask, have you done lost your mind,

They say no, I’m just trying to find,

A place where I can get a breath of fresh air,

Or do you even care?

I knew right at that moment, this person has got to go,

To question my bullshit, and not just let it flow.

So, take a hike and send the next one in,

Doesn’t really matter, because you’re all full of sin.

Okay, new man on the block, what are your qualifications?

Marlboro Man, I believe everything you say, and you’re great for the nation.

Interview is over, you are hired,

Just remember, I have a revolving door around here. Tomorrow you may be fired.

So to all you people out there who don’t know if you should vote,

Just keep in mind who’s wearing what and stay away from those who want you to ride on their tailcoat.

The one who is forever pointing his finger and blaming the other without just cause,

And always lying, the stolen election: “I’ve just been robbed”.

Actually the way you got in, was by way of theft,

And upon your departure, irreparable damage was left.

That’s right you “no good crook”,

You’re the goose that’s gonna get cooked.

So pretty soon there will be a downpour, not seen since a former rebirth,

You all better have a good place to hide, somewhere here on earth.

Be careful what you ask for, because The Marlboro Man was your very own choice,

And he will never, ever shut up, yes, he’s your self-created voice.

You all opened up the gate,

And it’s all filled with hate.

Over time, it will not abate,

You asked for it and will not escape.

So, I’ll wash away the stench of all the manure,

Question is, can you all endure?

I need to wash away the sin,

Pretty soon…

the downpour will begin!

Ha, ha

Your Father

God