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Poppa, we've lost the war.
We thought there was medicine in the white man's money
to heal the scars of using her blood to fill our cars.
but
All the hep-cats grew up
and filled the prisons up
with their children.
'cos there is a poison in the white man's money
and words
like when they misspelled you and me
but everyone could see exactly what we aimed to be
until someday
and there is going to come a day
when that tall man comes with his big red pen
of what is his truth
and in all correct and properness
he will cross me out ear to ear
stem to stern, tip to toe
through & through
and then finally there will be peace
We thought there was medicine in the white man's money
to heal the scars of using her blood to fill our cars.
but
All the hep-cats grew up
and filled the prisons up
with their children.
'cos there is a poison in the white man's money
and words
like when they misspelled you and me
but everyone could see exactly what we aimed to be
until someday
and there is going to come a day
when that tall man comes with his big red pen
of what is his truth
and in all correct and properness
he will cross me out ear to ear
stem to stern, tip to toe
through & through
and then finally there will be peace