Thought - Ez3kiel, Angelo Moore

This is Angelo Moore

Fishbone soldier number one

Dr. Madd Vibe

You’ll comprehend a legal ageist

He recommended that you arm yourself

With a protective prophylactic calling of consciousness

The chapter in a book presents Dr. Mass Vibe’s

Comprehension of legal ageist

Chapter seven I believe

The land of the mighty whitey of Moor

This is called «Fall of the Riviera»

The world spins so slow but the sun is hre at last

The sun rises slowly but its path is so vast

It stays in th middle while the other planets go around

And a few hours later, later I’m in another town

Yesterday I was in Nice, France on the beach

With the Mediterranean sea in front of me at my feet

People walking naked

Women and men

But not like back at home in the USA, the jail that I live in

Where you can’t drink a beer or smoke a joint on the corner

Or to be naked on the beach is indecent exposure

It’s triple hard, try to talk about something happy

Sweet turned crappy

I guess that because I’m a part of the American dream

A prehistoric experiment by the damn mighty whitey European

Screaming, scamming

Got me screaming to the top of my lungs

Because what I saw made me jealous, but also with disgust

Look at all the happy white people in their paradise state

Even some people with color get a piece of the cake

They’re not guinea pigs for justice and peace in the USA

Gimme gimme justice and gimme gimme peace

They squeal in their land and slap on glory

The land of the free

Some Black men, some Red men, some Yellow and some White matter

The land of the free

Free to make money

If you make enough money you can buy yourself some justice, honey

So if you’re Black like me and you wanna get rich quick

Go under cover and make your hair slicked

Get rid of those naps and be a tom for a minute

Be like the mighty whitey and you’re in it to win it

Fuck all that I say with deep angst

I am what I am, no bacon for me thanks

Three snaps and a circle

A pow wow with Bloods and Crips

Let’s all get together and bunch 'em in the lip

Then brake their hips and take away their mind

Rebel, rebel, rebel

Rebel away from your blind mind

Rebel from this spell that has been intertwined

Into your great grandma and great grandpa’s genes

Now is the time, the time to rhyme

About how we must unfold and

The curse of the snow storm has been

Wupped on all lonely men

From the men of the land of the mighty whitey men

The mighty whitey, the mighty whitey

What was I talking about at first?

Oh yeah, some nice like the sun rising up and the earth spinning round

And the stars in the sky and the flowers on the ground

And this spaghetti tastes good in the Rome, Italy

And they told me Africa’s right across the street

This is a donation from Dr. Madd Vibe on the charity tip

Peace now