Wednesday, 11 June 2008

JUST POETRY (II)










We deal in too many externals, brother

always afros, handshakes and dashikis

never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism

always does the man read Mao or Fanon

I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well

standing on a box on the corner, talking about blowing the white man away

that's not where it's at yet, brother

calling this man an Uncle Tom and telling this woman to get an afro

but you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother

some of us been checking your act out kinda close

and by now its looking kinda shaky

the way you been rushin' people with your super black bag

jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their BA

But you're never around when your BA is in danger...I mean your black ass

I think it was a little too easy for you to forget that you were a negro before Malcolm

You drove your white girl through the village every Friday night

while the grassroots stared in envy and drank wine, do you remember?

You need to get your memory banks organized brother.

Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong

Show that woman that you're a sincere black man

All we need to do is see you shut up and be black

Help that woman

Help that man

That's what brothers are for brother.








We deal in too many externals, brother

always afros, handshakes and dashikis

never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism

always does the man read Mao or Fanon

I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well

standing on a box on the corner, talking about blowing the white man away

that's not where it's at yet, brother

calling this man an Uncle Tom and telling this woman to get an afro

but you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother

some of us been checking your act out kinda close

and by now its looking kinda shaky

the way you been rushin' people with your super black bag

jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their BA

But you're never around when your BA is in danger...I mean your black ass

I think it was a little too easy for you to forget that you were a negro before Malcolm

You drove your white girl through the village every Friday night

while the grassroots stared in envy and drank wine, do you remember?

You need to get your memory banks organized brother.

Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong

Show that woman that you're a sincere black man

All we need to do is see you shut up and be black

Help that woman

Help that man

That's what brothers are for brother.


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