Lyrics The Pill - The Last Poets, Bernard Purdie

The Pill

Are you aware of the pill?
Its basic design is to kill
The fertile womb
Becomes a tomb
For a new child unborn still
I say, are you aware of the brute
Whose job is to wither the fruit?
They’ll cause us to fall
Our history and all
By cuttin' us off at the root
They say We’ll stunt Africa’s growth
And Asia has too many folks
Too large is the mouth
In the Latin South
We’ll aid 'em by cuttin' their throats
No, we must approach as a friend
And do our job from within
We’ll feed 'em the pill
That’s made up to kill
And make their beginning their end
So poor folks of the world be aware
For their evil design is laid bare
Watch out for the hag
With the little black bag
Marked Birth Control Peace Corps and Care
It’s part of a game that they play
And it’s designed to make poor people pay
It’s part of a lie
To help you to die
White they cart your resources away
I say conspiracy is in the air
To control the children you bear
Control of the land
Is a part of the plan
As your kind grows increasingly rare
It’s a truth to be understood
Though at first it may appear good
But it’s a menace to health
And to lineal wealth
Since you can’t reproduce when you should
And in this respect I am told
It is better to use self-control
For the future and truth
Belongs to the youth
Since you cannot prevent growing old
So make sure that your reasoning is sound
Before taking that love potion down
For it would be a shame
To come into fame
For being the last one around