Dirt Ball

Captain: Galecto Inspector, do you read me? 
Galecto: Yes Captain. 
Captain: Status? 
Galecto: Completed. 
Captain: Your mission was to land on the dirt ball and explore it thoroughly. 
You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the dirt ball and study 
people's lifestyles; their general habits of living in their strange society. 
Galecto: Yes. 
Captain: Have you done that Galecto Inspector: 
Galecto: Yes I have Captain. 
Captain: Very well, may we have your report? 
Galecto: 
strange place this dirt ball is 
lot of guns a lot of rich folk spittin' on bums 
lot of hoodlums. 
These are just the bums that are really [bad word] off 
Captain: Why? 
Galecto: Probably cuz they've been ripped off 
By the system. 
Captain: Oh. 
Galecto: 
Cops 
They ride around in little cars 
And throw folk behind bars 
Like little jars 
They're supposed to be there just to serve and protect 
But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks 
Then they got the higher ups they call judges 
And they rule the land 
This I don't understand 
First of all they like to dress this [bad word] up in a robe 
On top of all that 
Captain: What? 
Galecto: He's mad old. 
Captain: Oh. 
Galecto: 
And he hates anybody that lives different than he did 
Back when he was a kid 
But that [bad word] was like 400 years ago 
Captain 
Captain: Yes Galecto 
Galecto: I just don't know 
Any kid that was going to jail 
Captain: Yeah... 
Galecto: He'd look me dead in the face and say "stale" 
Then my cloaking device must've went dead 
Captain: Why? 
Galecto: Cuz that old [bad word] judge looked at me and said... 
Chorus: 
This is our world, this is our world, this our world 
So get the [bad word] out 
This is our world, this is our world, this is our world 
So get the [bad word] out 
Captain: Very interesting, thank you Galecto Inspector. 
Now probes Data (day-ta) and Data (da-ta) do you read me? 
Both: Yes, here sir. 
Captain: What information were you able to gather for us on your recent voyage to 
the dirt ball? 
Prof. Data (da-ta): This is Professor Data. 
My transmission signal is weak and communications shattered. 
We came in contact with several different specimens of life. 
Dr. Data (day-ta: 
 Everything has gotta price even if it's wrong or right. 
Upon sight, people judge and stereotype 
Their forms of government and religion are glorified. 
Prof. Data: 
Purified as the waters that are now polluted 
Members of the flock recruited for duty locked up or instituted. 
Dr. Data: 
This is Dr. Data 
I phased with the planet to see how they medicate her 
She's high off the cane 
Depending how you slang 
You can get most anything 
From a nickel bag of grain 
To a lucy worth of cane 
Prof. Data: Maintain communications, Data here again. 
Their leader is determined by the vote of many men. 
Although he's only human, and slightly overweight 
He controls and manipulates their whole United States. 
Dr. Data: 
I called to the White Castle 
Secret Service on the phone giving me a hassle 
He said the information I requested was denied. 
Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, stopped and replied: 
Chorus 
Captain: Judging by the information so far collected, the dirt ball may not be 
the ideal place to land our craft. 
After receiving this information we'll make the final judgment. 
Fleek, are you there? 
Fleek: 
I'm here, but hold up Captain 
Cuz this ain't good 
I'm getting chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods 
I think they're trying to kill me 
Captain: Well what do you mean? 
Fleek: 
It's seems they've gotta problem with the fact that I'm green. 
I guess on the dirt ball they all hate each other 
If it ain't where you're from, it's your skin color. 
Let me get my phasertron out 
Ho