I be the bridge that brings you over
I be the tunnel that you cross
But why did Jesus die on the cross?
To pay for a sin-debt that we can pay,
if you follow the Ten Commandments:
Love, give, and obey
But what if I don’t have the know-how?
“I will still forgive you, my child
Don’t take your life and blaspheme against me
I have a place in paradise and forever I’ll send thee
For you I have a purpose”
On this earth you might feel worthless
But he’ll bless you, my babies
Sleep in tents for years? Maybe
For this house is not your home
And with Pwezzy, you’re never alone
I love you enough to care if your living and breathing
Mayor Muriel Bowser, you have got to go!
What you’re doing is strict neglect
Letting my babies suffer,
while earning a fat paycheck
All will be punished,
what you’re doing ain’t funny
Stop stealing our government money
Look at my test, the proof is in a roof
Go clean up my streets in D.C.,
and help Pwezzy’s babies, please!
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Dedicated to all my suffering residents in Tent City.
Rise, Ma Pwezzy love you.