Lyrics Thought - Ez3kiel, Angelo Moore

Thought

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