[Gil-Scott Heron]
Us living as we do upside down.
And the new word to have is revolution
People don’t even want
To hear the preacher spill or spiel
Because God’s hole card
Has been thoroughly peeked
And America is now blood and tears
Instead of milk and honey
The youngsters who were programmed
To continue fucking up
Woke up one night
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner
As the good guys
America stripped for bed
And we had not all yet closed our eyes
The signs of Truth were tattooed
Across our often entered vagina
We learned to our amazement
Untold tale of scandal.
Two long centuries buried
In the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume
America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter of the mother country
Whose legs were then spread around the world
And a rapist known as freedom,
Free doom.
Democracy, liberty, and justice
Were revolutionary code names
That preceded the bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling in the mother country’s crotch
What does Webster say about soul?
All I want is a good home and a wife
And a children and some food to feed them every night
After all is said and done build a new route to China if they’ll have you
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
