by Raymond Nat Turner
Bomb 'em to stone man
Free-fire zone man
Jim Jones man
Villain called Drone Man
Wrong Song In The Key Of Death
(Call The Villain)
by Raymond Nat Turner
Flaming grooves burning lard off
Drumsticks and gyrating boo-tays;
Lush chords working their ways
Through Jazz clubs and churches;
Melodies reeling ribbons in from
The sky---Genius of the giant,
Master Blaster, Sir Duke of our times!
But picking politicians,Stevie's either a
Dupe, dope, dunce or dilettante played
By star-spangled charlatans---corporatists
Cloaked in Populist cotton, like Chippendale
Dancers wearing suicide vests, Senors signed,
Sealed and delivered to celebrity-worshipers by the 1%:
Like a relatively unknown man
A hugely overblown man
A corporate grown man
Political clone man
Like a Skull & Bone man
A Rhine-stone man
Testosterone man
Bellicose tone man
Bomb 'em to stone man
Free-fire zone man
Jim Jones man
Villain called Drone Man
Call the villain Drone Man
Call the villain Drone Man...
Raymond Nat Turner (c) 2012 All Rights Reserved
The 17 pro-community control of police candidates elected to the 50-member Chicago Board of Aldermen can also be expected to support “community control of the board of education” and “a progressive
American money and American moral and political support has been really important in creating this backlash in Europe against feminism, LGBT rights and basic equality.
With support for “socialism” rising, the political fate of Al Sharpton and the rest of the Democratic party’s Black corporate minions is in doubt -- and they know it.
I’m a Seoul Man, da-da-da—dat-da-da-da I’m a Seoul Man, da-da-da—dat-da-da-da I’m also a Pyongyang, Managua, Manilla, Teheran Man, too—As opposed to despot As I am to coup!
Reparations should not be a topic for national discussion until there is something akin to a consensus among black people about what to demand and how to do it.
