Last Poets Surprises
Night rails and the sun rises and I dig n..ers, n..ers, n..ers of all shades and sizes And the sun, the sun it plays on my eyes and I hear the hungry cries of black children Their stomachs turned inside out Their minds full of fear and doubt Being told lies Being watched by spies with loophole proof alibis White another n..er, n..er, n..er in Vietnam dies But the sun still rises and the night still falls and junkies still O.D. in ghetto halls and Miles he still blows and the oppression still grows and where it stops, nobody knows And black people cry out in vain against injustice and pain to one whose mind is insane and it doesn't need to rain for their tears have poured for years And uncle tom, tom, tom he watches over us and under us and around us and through us night in and day out And we are loved for being ignorant and hated if we are militant but promises can do nothing for me it's time to set ourselves free But time marches on and the races grows strong stronger than ajax And n..ers want to be free but they still watch TV even though they can't see And our chinese brothers don't cop no plea for they are hip to unity Isn't that the way we want to be? But the man watches amused 'cause black people are confused Conquered and divided Tricked and undecided and the good guys are dead with slugs through their head But the night still falls and the sun still rises and the man, the man, the man is still full of tricky Surprise! n..ers!
