Cain Ain't Able
A Federal Reserve stooge named Herman
Tried givin’ American po’ folk a sermon
“If you ain’t rich
You must be a lazy beotch!”
He’s about as subtle as General Sherman.
Now where does Uncle Tom get the nerve
After working for the Federal Reserve,
(The biggest thieves on the earth),
To question anyone’s worth
When unemployment’s on an exponential curve?
Herman says “Lift yourself by your laces!
There’s plenty jobs around for all races!”
But there's no factories
‘Cause with Federal subsidies,
They all went overseas without leaving any traces!
But Herman’s Fed prints out trillions for euro banks
Then hands the bill to taxpayers, without thanks!
Man, it’s as good as it can get
When you’ve got a license to counterfeit,
And now Herman wants to join the Presidential ranks!
Yes, this former pizza peddler named Cain
Says God told him to get into the campaign
With his 9-9-9 tax plan
But turn it over and scan
And the “Mark of the Beast” becomes plain!
When Herman’s tax plan is laid on the table
It’s apparent that it’s a tax increase fable
It’s austerity in disguise
Which Herman vehemently denies
But when asked to prove it, CAIN AIN”T ABLE!