LyricsWhen the Revolution Comes

The Last Poets

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When the revolution comes When the revolution comes

When the revolution comes When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on TV, with chicken hanging from our mouths. You'll know its revolution cause there won't be no commercials When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Preacher pimps are gonna split the scene with the communion wine stuck in their back pockets Faggots won't be so funny then and all the junkies will quit their noddin' and wake up When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Transit cops will be crushed by the trains after losing their guns and blood will run through the streets of Harlem drowning anything without substance When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Our pearly white teeth froth the mouths that speak of revolution without reverence The cost of revolution is 360 degrees understand the cycle that never ends Understand the beginning to be the end and nothing is in between but space and time that I make or you make to relate or not to relate to the world outside my mind your mind. Speak not of revolution until you are willing to eat rats to survive When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes; guns and rifles will be taking the place of poems and essays. Black cultural centers will forts supplying the revolutionaries with food and arms when the revolution comes When the revolution comes White death will froth the walls of museums and churches breaking the lies that enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Jesus Christ is gonna be standing on the corner of Lennox Ave and 125th St trying to catch the first gypsy cab out of Harlem, when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Jew merchants will give away motza balls and gifilka fish to anyone they see with afros. Frank Shieffin will give away the Apollo to the first person he sees wearing a blue dashiki, when the revolution comes When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straighten their heads and straightened heads gone be tryin to wear afros When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes But until then you know and I know niggers will party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party... Some might even die before the revolution comes

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