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Poem for the People The progress-filled freeway that we're driving down Was once Detroit's own Chinatown And in search of a community to kill Their insistence was to choose a path of least resistance And the plants that originated that American Car mold Is no longer located north of Lynch Road Cause yankin' his throat isn't as subtle enough As a "boys will be.. ." bar brawl that may have gotten too rough So hop in your gas-guzzlers today and see U.S. racism in your Chevrolet There's no room in the trunk to enjoy civil liberties But there's a spacious back seat for denying atrocities Plenty of fuel left to cruise Lookin' for this cat Vincent to bruise But the pain that was inflicted alcohol can't excuse Strolling by the cops they said, "Fuck the police" A rare phrase from white racists on Detroit city streets NWA might have had something to say 'Bout using that anthem in a counter revolutionary way Then they pay this black cat twenty bucks To help butcher his fellow brother Cause divide and conquer has become a commodity Malcolm laughed at a sign in a Chinese store To keep the rioters from knocking down the door Sign said "Me colored too" Malcolm laughed like it wasn't true He shoulda said, "Brother you is colored too And this a mutual struggle That we need to see each other through My people, my people, we gotta fight to unite Cause we rarely pause 'cept for our own individual cause Lily, tell us again how we drag the same dreams behind us Hide the same secrets in shame Lily raise those fists and fight through the nightmare storm front Shower us with a rain or tears and we'll make waves Wash away our reluctance to do To take action to fulfill... Take back our right to live and breathe And buy a fuel-efficient automobile It's not fair? Damn straight it's not fair! And a thousand phrases could not explain it more fully How much of your culture do you have to compromise How American do you have to be To be treated fairly in this society'? WKRP needs to adjust its frequency 'Cause three times these killers went away clean Like some judicial trinity scheme The father, the stepson, and the holy judge All three escaped this tragedy without a smudge !. Just tell his momma that his death was preordained Then think of new ways you can stain God's name It's the same jive game, played anew Where the only victim in the game is you It may be true If ignorant is what you're looking to stay Then you won't see the revolution that's headed your way You won't have a prejudiced word left to say Because your time is up and our time Our time is today