This is Angelo MoorenFishbone soldier number onenDr. Madd VibenYou'll comprehend a legal ageistnHe recommended that you arm yourselfn(With a?) protective prophelactic calling of consciousnessnThe chapter in a book presents Dr. Mass Vibe'snComprehension of legal ageistnChapter seven I believenThe land of the mighty whitey (?) MoornThis is called Fall of the rivierannThe world spins so slow but the sun is here at last,nThe sun rises slow but its path is so vast,nIt stays in the middle while the other planets go around,nAnd a few hours later, later I'm in another townnYesterday I was in East France at the beachnWith the Mediterranean sea in front of me at my feetnPeople walking nakednWomen and mennBut not like back at home in the USA, the jail that I live innWhere you can't drink a beer or smoke a joint on the cornernOr to be naked on the beach is indecent exposuren(?) try to talk about something happyn(?) turn crappynI guess that because I'm a part of the American dreamnA pure sort of experiment by the damn mighty whitey EuropeannScreaming, scamingnGot me screaming to the top of my lungsnBecause what I saw made me jealous, but also with disgustnLook at all the happy white people in their paradise statenEven some people with a color get a piece of the cakenThey're guinea pigs for justice and peace in the USAnGimme gimme justice, gimme gimme peace !nThey squeal in their land and slap on glory,nnThe land (?)nSome Black men, some Red men, some Yellow and some White matternThe land of the freenFree to make moneynIf you make enough money you can buy yourself some justice, honeynSo if you're Black like me and you wanna get rich quicknGo under cover and make your hair slickednGet rid of those naps and be a tom for a minutenBe like the mighty whitey and you're in it to win itnnFuck all that I say with deep angst,nI am what I am, no bacon for me thanks nnThree snaps and a circle,nA pow wow with Bloods and CripsnLet's all get together and bunch 'em in the lipnThen brake their hips and take away their mindnRebel, rebel, rebelnRebel away from your blind mindnRebel from the spell that has been intertwinednInto your great grandma and great grandpa's genesnNow is the time, the time to rhymenAbout how we must unfold and (?)nThe curse of the snow storm has beennWupped on all lonely mennFrom the men of the land of the mighty whitey mennThe mighty whitey, the mighty whiteynnWhat was I talking about at first ?nOh yeah, some nice like the sun rising up and the earth spinning round and the stars in the sky and the flowers on the groundnAnd this (?) tastes good in the Rome, Italy and they told me Africa's right across the streetnThis is a donation from Dr. Madd Vibe on the charity tipnPeace now