Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
You explained it to me I must admit
But just for the record you were talkin' shit
Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated
For the people you've always hated
In this hell hole you, we, call home
No knock, the man will say
To keep that man from beating his wife
No knock, the man will say
To protect people from themselves
No knockin', head-rockin', inter-shockin'
Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin'
And bein' white
No knock
No knocked on my brother Fred Hampton
Bullet holes all over the place
No knocked on my brother Michael Harris
And jammed a shotgun against his skull
For my protection?
Who's gonna protect me from you?
The likes of you?
The nerve of you?
Your tomato face deadpan
Your dead hands ending another freedom fan
No knockin', head rockin', inter-shockin'
Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin'
And bein' white
But if you're wise, no knocker
You'll tell your no-knockin' lackeys
Ha!
No knock on my brother's head
No knock on my sister's head
No knock on my brother's head
No knock on my sister's head
And double lock your door
Because soon someone may be no-knockin'
Ha, ha!
For you
(No knock: To be slipped into John Mitchell's suggestion box.)