When Revolution Comes
Geoffrey D. Holman, A.K.A. Priest

                                                  Speakers voice:
THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON REVOLUTION!
THEY......THEMSELVES, HAVE REVOLUTIONARY ANCESTORS! 

                                                        Crowd
(Chanting)
What you gonna do-where you gonna go? Where you gonna run—when
Revolution comes?

                                                  Speakers voice 
Will you be standing there at the liquor store? Waiting on line to spend
your last dime on that cheap ass bottle of Wine?  To keep yourself down
and out of the race—because of your race? To keep you MISguided—
MISdirected—MISinformed—MISunderstood as to the REAL of what is going
on?

                                                        Crowd
(Chanting)
What you gonna do-where you gonna go? Where you gonna run?
Revolution comes?

                                                  Speakers voice
Will you be standing there on the corners slanging Caine/causing
confusion and disdain? Or will you be getting highhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh on
your own supply? 

                                                        Crowd
(Chanting)
What you gonna do? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna run? When
Revolution comes? 

                                                Speakers voice   
They tried to convince us in the past of our condition of Slavery/poverty
stricken content in singing songs of despair. 

                                                     Crowd
(Singing slowly and mournfully, like at a funeral)
We shall overcome—we shall over come somedayyyyyyy—

                                                 Speakers voice
Will you be loading a fully loaded clip into a Tek 9 preparing to do a drive
by genocide?

Killing members of your own kind?  Killing someones MOTHER?
Someones FATHER?

Someones SISTER? Someones BROTHER? Someones DAUGHTER ?
Someones SON?

Or  will you be in a dope house riding on the white girl—with a needle stuck
in your veins? 

Eyes rolled backwards like "fuck it?" Will you be sitting in a lonely room
with your lungs

filled up with smoke? Choking on the who? The what? The whom you used
to be?                                
Lying in a bed covered in cum stains where rats rest and where roaches
lay their eggs?

                                                         Crowd
(Chanting)
What you gonna do/where you gonna go? Where you gonna run
Revolution comes? 

                                                        Speakers voice 
Will you be standing in front of a mirror getting off on your own senseless
vanity? Because

a bullet can CHANGE all of THAT! Will you be walking down the street
doing a liquefied

dance/ with arms too weak raise your fist in salutation to the nations FIRST
BLACK

PRESIDENT—SINCE THE NATIONS FIRST BLACK PRESIDENT?

Will you be standing on stage swinging your dreadlocks behind a
microphone using

nonsensical words—pumping your fist and screaming "REVOLUTION!"

REVOLUTION is movement!

REVOLUTION is change-innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggg—

Tell me brothers/tell me sisters?

Are we really changing?

Or are we standing still?