Gangland Mass Migration

 

Sitting in a dilapidated trailer

With my presidential campaign sign

My landlord took it from the yard

And replaced it with his mind

The battle states are heating up

They run from floods and fires

Deception makes more problems come

For the new Israeli hires

Popular vote only counts

When pertaining to a State

With presidents already chosen

By their populated space

Small towns always pay the price

For the cities that surround 

But if Trump wins the next election 

They may all be burning down

Escape from blue state cities

For they’ll soon be bleeding red

When there’s no electricity 

By EV bonfires you’ll be led

Into giant stadiums

And maybe big box stores

If you recall Katrina

There’s some things you can’t ignore

You’re being herded to corrals

Like the Palestinians you shell

Make sure your search for shelter

Won’t become their roach motel

If you stay inside the cities

And you find you’re still alive

Join the Gangland Mass Migration 

And take the small towns by surprise