Part-E-S

Parties
Where we get together and do our thing
The last poets are heralding great warnings
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While maiden sisters voyage across laden floors to strings of nigga blues
Sweet and cool, dip, sways, funky, yeah funky, funky, funky
Loving her black man’s caress

(sung) Hey there lonely girl, this lonely boy is in love with you

The record ends and we must begin again
Just give me my raisin gin, cried mine Bessie
Just give my raisin gin, cried mine Baloo, cried Joella, cries, cries Big Mama Thornton, Billie's Blues and the joint just passes me by in the ghetto, mhm, yeah in the ghetto, mhm, yeah
Where the niggers fine, fine but ain’t got a dime to defend the panthers against crime, oh niggers, niggers, lovers, friend, y’all come to y’alls sense

Libras where? to Scorpios? me? I’m a Capricorn Aquarius. The prince of peace must hear our plea. Let H. Rap rap, let Huey Dewey, let Bobby Seale deal, let Dizzy Gillespie, let the good times roll, let poets poet, let flute players flute, let trumpeters trumpet, let drummers drum and let songs be sung of revolution

Let Charlie Mingus be understood, if not overstood. Let white blood flow like wine down a nigga’s throat if this shit don’t STOP STOP STOP STOP STOOOP