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BUSH KNEW
from Blues Resurgence - 2003
The hardest job of being a poet is to agitate the masses
especially when the masses would rather be lulled deeper into sleep.
So here is something you can't understand
how your money hungry leaders could just kill a man.
Here is something you can't understand
how your money hungry leaders could just kill a man.
That was the chant at the Malcolm X festival
when some man in a Marcus Garvey costume
tried to sell me a "Free Huey" T-shirt.
And in protest, I handcuffed him to a white woman
with a Martha Stewart head wrap and Dashiki on
and she had the nerve to ask me in Swahilli to kick a poem.
So i grabbed the microphone and said, "Check One!"
So i grabbed the microphone and said:
"Check One...day in 1948 every man, woman and child in Palestine
woke up wondering why the rest of the world was suddenly
calling the best parts of their country Israel."
But that was too real so they shut my mic down.
The festival was a non profit event funded by the IMF
and my level of truth bought them way outside of compliance
so i decided to project my voice and become even more defiant.
And i said,
"Amiri Baraka once told me if you want to catch the truth
then you got to follow the money."
So here we go, here we go
here it come, here it come
here it (scratch) come come.
Which father and son gained the most off of 9-1-1
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled
was to convince his own people
that he wouldn't be willing to kill'em for 40 billion.
Even though it's well know that the father's CIA
illegally financed the amputation of thousands of Angolan children.
Even though it's well known that the father's sloppy ass Gulf War murdered
ten of thousands of Iraqi civilians.
Even though it's well known that the father's defense investment firm
had its initial public offering right after we loss our loved ones
in them two buildings.
But when the poet tells the truth then the poet becomes the villain.
High dosages of reality fuck up your feelings.
But since i want change,
even with a gun to my head my motto remains the same
until we have truth,
how the hell will we ever have true healing?
president lies, FBI covers up
media spin the story 'til you don't give a fuck
if the poets only please the crowd,
then the masses wax corrupt.
LaLa La La LaLaLa Lies!
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