Still Funky After All These Years
How Prince’s Lyrics Read Like a Damn Warning Label for Trump’s America
Prince wasn’t just ahead of his time. The man was outside of time — a glitter-soaked, falsetto-firing oracle sent to warn us. A psychedelic truth-teller in lace gloves who looked America in the eye, winked, and then told it exactly how it was… all while grinding on a cloud of synth.
Now here we are, years after his passing, and it’s like the guy wrote a soundtrack for right now. For this — this Trump-flavored Kool-Aid apocalypse where basic facts are optional, conspiracy theories are policy proposals, and book-banning religious extremists think the real problem is gay penguins. Prince’s music, especially his political cuts, didn’t just age well — they aged accurately. He pressed his finger to the nation’s pulse, felt something ugly underneath, and screamed it into the void with a funky guitar solo.
Let’s talk about it.
New Power Generation: “Get up offa my block”
It was a rallying cry when Prince dropped New Power Generation in 1990. It wasn’t just a dance track — it was a velvet-gloved middle finger to the establishment, wrapped in tight leather pants and a social conscience.
“Pardon me for living, but this is my world too / I can’t help that what’s cool to us might be strange to you.”
Fast forward to now, and that line feels ripped straight from any progressive’s daily internal monologue. It’s the generational cry of the “woke” — not the caricature Fox News makes up while foaming at the mouth — but the people who dare to suggest that maybe we don’t need to go back to 1952. You know, back when segregation was legal and women were expected to cook dinner, smile, and pretend orgasm wasn’t a myth.
“We are the new power generation, we want to change the world / The only thing that’s in our way is you.”
This could be aimed directly at the MAGA brigade and the Reagan necromancers who haunt every budget meeting. “We” are the ones begging for climate action, healthcare, voting rights, and human dignity. “You” are the boomers demanding prayer in schools, screaming about drag queens while ignoring priests, and electing expired baloney slices in suits to write laws about uteruses they’ve never met.
Chaos and Disorder: The Trump Era Theme Song
Now let’s talk Chaos and Disorder. This one? It’s not even subtext. It’s full-on clairvoyance in guitar distortion.
“Chaos and disorder ruinin’ my world today.”
Name a more perfect summary of Trumpism. I’ll wait.
Since 2016, this country has been in a nonstop hurricane of grift, rage, and absolute clownery. Trump didn’t just bring chaos — he franchised it. Every press conference, every cabinet pick, and every sentence he tweets from his melting popsicle brain adds another log to the bonfire. It’s not politics — it’s an arson hobby.
“You think that if you tell enough lies they will see the truth?”
Yes. Yes, they do. We watched it happen in real time. The Big Lie, the vaccine denial, the Hunter Biden laptop, the bizarre insistence that windmills cause cancer — they throw lies at the wall and hope something sticks. And unfortunately, it does. It sticks like gum in the hair of a democracy that just wanted to go out for ice cream without being attacked by fascist toddlers.
This entire track feels like it was written after watching five minutes of Newsmax. “Safe sex used to mean no babies / When intercourse used to mean fun” — and now it means fighting off lawmakers who think a miscarriage is suspicious behavior. It’s dystopia meets stupidity, and Prince called it.
Welcome 2 America: Purple Prophecy Fulfilled
Welcome 2 America is so on-point, it’s genuinely eerie. Like Prince time-traveled, saw Trump win, screamed into a crystal, and turned it into an album.
“Where you can fail at your job / Get fired, rehired / And get a seven-hundred billion dollar tip.”
Let’s talk about the First Felon, the Commander-in-Thief, and his moronic band of incompetents. The right has turned public education into a punchline and they still will walk away richer. Jared Kushner couldn’t negotiate his way out of a wet paper bag but somehow scored $2 billion from the Saudis. And Trump himself? He bankrupted casinos — CASINOS — and still convinced people he’s a business genius. That’s not capitalism. That’s a cult with a checking account.
“Land of the free, home of the slave.”
He didn’t say it for shock value. He said it because it’s true. Voter suppression, prison labor, economic inequality — if you’re not rich and white, the American Dream is less of a dream and more of a threat. And the GOP isn’t just fine with that — they’re legislating it.
“Go to school to become a celebrity / But don’t be late / And everybody and they mama got a sex tape.”
This one goes out to Trump University, a glorified scam that made Everest College look like Harvard. America values fame over knowledge and vibes over facts. We elected a reality show host and now half the country thinks Marjorie Taylor Greene has good ideas. That’s not just chaos. That’s a spiritual concussion.
Colonized Mind: The MAGA Mentality in Four Verses
This one’s a banger for your brain. Prince drops truths in Colonized Mind like a philosopher in a feather boa.
“Upload: the master race idea / Genetically disposed to rule the world…”
Sound familiar? That’s not just white supremacy. That’s Project 2025’s entire essence. It’s Ron DeSantis and Greg Abbott trying to make Jim Crow great again. It’s every bootlicker who claims “Western civilization” is under attack because a kid read Beloved in school.
“Download: a future full of isolated boys and girls.”
Do you mean like the loneliness epidemic no one wants to talk about? Like the incel pipeline being fed by social media algorithms and right-wing influencers convincing disaffected young men that the real enemy is pronouns?
“Upload: a two-party system / The lesser of two dangers / Illusion of choice…”
We are all stuck choosing between a functional if flawed system and a cult that would rather burn books than balance a budget. Prince saw it coming. The system isn’t broken — it’s engineered this way. Gerrymandering. Citizens United. Electoral College. We’re not voting in a democracy. We’re speed dating in a hostage situation.
Dreamer: The Ballad of American Delusion
If you haven’t listened to Dreamer lately, pour a glass of something strong and strap in. This song is raw, real, and devastating.
“I was born and raised on the same plantation / In the United States of the red, white and blue.”
Prince, a Black man from Minneapolis, opens with a metaphor that white America still refuses to understand. Racism isn’t a glitch. It’s the operating system. The plantation never went away — it just updated the dress code.
“Race still matters / A race to what and where we going? / We are in the same boat / But I’m the only one rowin’.”
This is the core of it all. The delusion that America is post-racial, that “reverse racism” is real, that equity is oppression. Meanwhile, marginalized people are paddling like hell just to stay afloat, while the rest pretend the river isn’t on fire.
“Have you ever clutched the steering wheel / Of your car too tight? / Prayin’ that the police sirens / Pass you by at night?”
This isn’t a lyric. It’s a lived experience. And still, conservatives want to ban this kind of truth from schools under the bullshit banner of “parental rights.” Do you know what would be a better parental right? Your kids not getting shot in their schools.
Prince Wasn’t Just a Musician — He Was a Mirror
He saw this coming. The fascist cosplay. The book burning. The lies that metastasize until they replace reality. The commodification of culture, the death of empathy, the rise of the cult. All of it.
And yet — he didn’t give in to despair.
Even in the darkest tracks, there’s a defiance, a refusal to bow. Prince believed in love, in music, in resistance that looked like joy. He wasn’t asking us to be passive — he was daring us to dance through the fire. To fight the machine with groove, grit, and glitter.
“Making love and music’s the only things worth fighting for.”
Tell me that doesn’t slap harder now than ever. As the Trumpists try to turn this country into a Handmaid’s Tale theme park, what’s the answer?
Joy is resistance.
Funk is a protest.
Truth is still louder than fear.
Final Thought: Get Up Offa My Block
Prince said it best:
“If you didn’t come to party, child, I think you better get up offa my block.”
So here’s the invitation: If you’re not here for justice, equality, creativity, and liberation — if you’re here to ban books, spew hate, or deny people’s humanity — then get the hell off the dance floor.
The New Power Generation is still here.
Still loud.
Still funky.
Still fighting.
And we brought the purple rain.
Welcome 2 the dawn!
