Revolution At

Where the revolution at?

Where the revolution at?

Where the revolution at?

Where the revolution at?

Where's the revolution?

The revolution has been homogenized, colonized

And sold as advertised

The revolution is now a sleek new car

With revolutionary gas mileage

The revolution is now edited for your viewing pleasure

On the national news with big brother

Having big stick peace talks

My bomb is bigger

Making the world safe for democracy

And revolutionary soap pop pop

With all my children in the White House

Giving us one life to live

In the land of the dead

In the home of the well-behaved

As the world does turn in this new world order

Rumor has it Uncle Sam fucked Betsy Ross

Though many still insist, many still insist

That Americacaca is an immaculate conception

And all the countries founded on some white man's erection

I mean, freedom of expression

We got the new improved revolutionary on display

Feeling particularly down and revolutionary today

Well you can go and put on your revolutionary hat

And go around chanting revolutionary rap

But is there anyone that really knows

Where the revolution at?

Where's the revolution?

Where the revolution at?

Where the revolution at?

Where the revolution at?

Where the revolution at?

The second part of this poem is called "Blackability"

It's all about navigating some codes of blackness

You know, blacker than the Nile

It's a mad, mad world and I'm sitting on this A train

Riding into the madness of Manhattan

With all these mad people

But most of them don't know they're mad

I, I, I revel in my madness

I find rhythm in my badness

Yeah, my bad black ass

And the only reason why I'm black

Is because I'm not white

Or I think that's why

You see, I've been called a, a nigga, a spade, a jiggaboo

And I've been called a Oreo, a coconut, a freak

I've even been called an atypical negro

'Cause I would practice with Hepburn

Check it, the rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain

I still can't get that right, shit

See I was born in the '60s, grew up in the '70s

And my blood is still screaming

With that psychedelic residue

Squeezing through my teenage years

Spitting blood I swallowed my fears

And when time came for me to fly, I flew

I flewI left my St. Louis blues

To live the life I would choose

But I wasn't altogether prepared for the gap

Between not being white and being truly black

Went out and tested my black ability

Came out black, hippie, freak, punk

I said, "That's still not me

You're missing some important ingredients

What are you? What are you? What are you?

You got good hair

Oh, negro! Turned super African-American overnight

I'm the super negro, don't you know?

I can rock that Kente cloth in a single bound

Say, by any means necessary

Any time necessary

By any means necessary

I know what it means to be black

And what ain't black, Jack, 'cause I'm super black

The son of the new negro, don't you know?

Can you see her hair like that?

Dreads creeping down her back

Look like she's wrapped in some potato sack

Lookin' ragamuffin

You can't be black like that

I mean, so black

See the way she walk with that slack?

I would've thought she was a bulldagger

Shit bitch lost in a sea of whiteness

Sea of whiteness

Nobody that I know is black

As freaky queer like that

We got pride in ourselves and we don't need no

Homosexuals fucking with our band

Pride is our manhood

Our black manhood

And these African queens know what it means

To stand behind this big black leg for the trigger

Oh, super black my nigga

Why you gotta be calling me out of my name like that?

Why you gotta be calling me out of my name like that?

Why you gotta be calling me out of my name like that?

We cannot possibly be a revolution without that

We're the revolution