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Revolution At
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Where the revolution at?
Where the revolution at?
Where the revolution at?
Where the revolution at?
Where's the revolution?
The revolution has been homogenized, colonized
And sold as advertised
The revolution is now a sleek new car
With revolutionary gas mileage
The revolution is now edited for your viewing pleasure
On the national news with big brother
Having big stick peace talks
My bomb is bigger
Making the world safe for democracy
And revolutionary soap pop pop
With all my children in the White House
Giving us one life to live
In the land of the dead
In the home of the well-behaved
As the world does turn in this new world order
Rumor has it Uncle Sam fucked Betsy Ross
Though many still insist, many still insist
That Americacaca is an immaculate conception
And all the countries founded on some white man's erection
I mean, freedom of expression
We got the new improved revolutionary on display
Feeling particularly down and revolutionary today
Well you can go and put on your revolutionary hat
And go around chanting revolutionary rap
But is there anyone that really knows
Where the revolution at?
Where's the revolution?
Where the revolution at?
Where the revolution at?
Where the revolution at?
Where the revolution at?
The second part of this poem is called "Blackability"
It's all about navigating some codes of blackness
You know, blacker than the Nile
It's a mad, mad world and I'm sitting on this A train
Riding into the madness of Manhattan
With all these mad people
But most of them don't know they're mad
I, I, I revel in my madness
I find rhythm in my badness
Yeah, my bad black ass
And the only reason why I'm black
Is because I'm not white
Or I think that's why
You see, I've been called a, a nigga, a spade, a jiggaboo
And I've been called a Oreo, a coconut, a freak
I've even been called an atypical negro
'Cause I would practice with Hepburn
Check it, the rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain
I still can't get that right, shit
See I was born in the '60s, grew up in the '70s
And my blood is still screaming
With that psychedelic residue
Squeezing through my teenage years
Spitting blood I swallowed my fears
And when time came for me to fly, I flew
I flewI left my St. Louis blues
To live the life I would choose
But I wasn't altogether prepared for the gap
Between not being white and being truly black
Went out and tested my black ability
Came out black, hippie, freak, punk
I said, "That's still not me
You're missing some important ingredients
What are you? What are you? What are you?
You got good hair
Oh, negro! Turned super African-American overnight
I'm the super negro, don't you know?
I can rock that Kente cloth in a single bound
Say, by any means necessary
Any time necessary
By any means necessary
I know what it means to be black
And what ain't black, Jack, 'cause I'm super black
The son of the new negro, don't you know?
Can you see her hair like that?
Dreads creeping down her back
Look like she's wrapped in some potato sack
Lookin' ragamuffin
You can't be black like that
I mean, so black
See the way she walk with that slack?
I would've thought she was a bulldagger
Shit bitch lost in a sea of whiteness
Sea of whiteness
Nobody that I know is black
As freaky queer like that
We got pride in ourselves and we don't need no
Homosexuals fucking with our band
Pride is our manhood
Our black manhood
And these African queens know what it means
To stand behind this big black leg for the trigger
Oh, super black my nigga
Why you gotta be calling me out of my name like that?
Why you gotta be calling me out of my name like that?
Why you gotta be calling me out of my name like that?
We cannot possibly be a revolution without that
We're the revolution