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
White athletes, coaches, media, and fans must become accomplices in the struggle for racial justice. “Sports produces and embodies the wages of whiteness.”
The commercializing of the military and police is central to the selling of sports today, and protesting either has turned the athlete into an enemy of the state.
It’s bad enough that brown Democratic Party operatives get credit for progressivism they haven’t earned, but why does the DSA play that game?
Star-struck, in childlike awe of celestial Voices, silver tongues; I spent seven hours glued to the screen— back in the Baptist Church,
Natl Prison Strike Aug 21 -Sep 9; Ajamu Baraka: 2018 candidates must oppose militarism; Sentencing Project: prison cell phones reveal conditions; Robyn Spencer: BPP stood for solidarity
