DEATH OF A DAY (I HEARD THIS ON THE RADIO)

So the leader burned in effigy that runs for re-election just expects us all to put our hands up and comply. Well I’m telling you my sisters don’t you listen, don’t you listen. Keep your bodies well protected ‘cuz they’re telling us lies. I would rather fight. In the alleys (the dirty alleys) there’s a life that’s being taken right now as we speak. Not the baby’s (it’s not a baby) but a woman’s whose whole future is looking bleak. She’s scared, she’s alone and now she doesn’t have a home (because her father ain’t havin’ that shit in his house). In a moment of insanity he shoots the gun into the head of someone he supposedly knew all his life. When he sobers up he finds himself shivering and shaking. He looks around to see he’s killed his daughter and his wife. It was the middle of the day. It’s too much money for just one person, so she spends it on cocaine and other silly things. Pacing restlessly, racing senselessly, she hangs around just waiting for the phone to ring. Then it does but it’s her mother. She’s wondering, wondering why she never calls anymore. But the girl doesn’t feel it at all. I HEARD THIS ON THE RADIO just the other day. I looked around I couldn’t speak, did not know what to say. I bowed my head, I prayed to god that I would be okay. Cuz I stood and witnessed the DEATH OF A DAY—without feeling a thing. It was the middle of the day.

Written by Doria Roberts. ©1995-2002 Hurricane Doria Music