The Last Poets - Wake Up, n******gs lyrics

[Alafía Pudím: chants of "Wake up" and "Wake up, n******gs! " occurs throughout the song] Night descends as the sun's light ends And black comes back, to blend again And with the d**h of the sun Night and blackness become one Blackness being you Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue Dreaming of bars, black civilizations that once flourished and grew HEY! - WAKE UP, ni**erS or y'all through! Drowning in the puddle of the white man's spit As you pause for some drawers in the midst of sh** And ain't got nothing to save your funky-a** with! You cool, fool - sipping on a menthol cigarette 'round midnight Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight When you ain't never had a bite Who are you fooling? Me, you Wake up, n******gs or ya ALL through! In Uptown, two roaches are drowning in each other's piss In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss While junkies are dreaming of total bliss Somewhere in the atmosphere, far away from here Beyond realms of white dimensions Gathered by suppressed intentions As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper "SAVE ME!, " a carnity shout, as the lights go out Cause you ain't paid your electric bill And the rats and roaches move on in for the k** As your lips struggle the Grain, that last drought from the wine bottle And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW WAKE up, n******gs or you're all through! Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds Bona fide members of n******gs Anonymous Never knowing which way you're going - pimping off life Turning tricks to slick dicks, with candy a**es "All ma**es will be held tomorrow morning for the Late Great black maaaaaaan... " (Ahhhhhhh-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen...) YOU ni**erS UNDERSTAND?! UP AGAINST THE WALL Black male and farmers, are a-blow you away And you'll never live to see the light of day And the nightstick, the nightstick, it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head That's right, brothers and sisters, YOU living dead When the co*k crows, and the night goes And it saves your a** in the nick of time As you wake up and you start to find Yourself, laying up in bed - scratching your a** and head Trying to remember from where you recall this Vermeer nightmare That always leave you feeling blue But you still can't place The Man's face, as hard as you try to HEY! - WAKE UP, ni**erS OR WE ALL THROUGH!