Rather be six feet apart
Than six feet under
Alive
Than the Reaper’s plunder
Make a poem with the god Zeus’ thunder
Afore the virus tears the planet asunder, maybe
War
But they got no guns to go to battle;
Forced to step on snake
Though their leaders heard the rattle;
Tore
Through their P.P.E. in deadly bustle
Now they’re lead through slaughterhouse like cattle
You need lotion
To covеr the coarseness
Of all of thе nation;
The potion
For all of the patients
Is patience in motion
That means understanding what you can do for your own community
Whilst keeping from capitulation of essential liberty
Listen, you can help in your own way
Whether delivering essential goods or printing a mask
Also, helping all your friends keep their fears at bay
Is another thing that you can do in our united task
Push yourself to do more than languish
Make an educated move to get out of your stasis;
Understand the situation’s depth and others’ anguish
And try to see if there’s anything you can do to face this
Also, try to work on your own self
Daddy Santa ain’t looking, please do be your own elf;
Put up a shelf or pick up a book and flip through
Don’t be the one who forsook what Moira gave you
Rather be six feet apart
Than six feet under
Alive
Than the Reaper’s plunder
Make a poem with the god Zeus’ thunder
Afore the virus tears the planet asunder, maybe
Imma use this extra verse, yeah
Make a shoutout to every nurse
Essential services
Secure my purse
Tryna stay out of the back of a hearse
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137 Lyrics – Fruit of the Quarantine PSA Challenge