we saw the planning and construction man making notes furtively behind a little scrub tree. i felt it the moment i saw him, this is a scout for destruction.

 yeah i got the feeling they gone really fuck this place up when obomba comes home.

i think they gone tear it up. i hate to cry too soon, but i'm crying now.
 

i always felt it in this world, if there was something good for me and my dog, those days are few remaining.

yeah, they gone destroy this place. 
 

oh, like a dog am i. i can't choose to go. i got to stay, and find joy in what remains.
 

yeah i fear this ain't no fit place for ones like me, specially when obomba comes home, i bee wantin' to get out a heah. 
no! you cant leave!