This is Angelo Moore   Fishbone soldier number one   Dr. Madd Vibe   You'll comprehend a legal ageist   He recommended that you arm yourself   (With a?) protective prophelactic calling of consciousness   The chapter in a book presents Dr. Mass Vibe's   Comprehension of legal ageist   Chapter seven I believe   The land of the mighty whitey (?) Moor   This is called "Fall of the riviera"      The world spins so slow but the sun is here at last,   The sun rises slow but its path is so vast,   It stays in the middle while the other planets go around,   And a few hours later, later I'm in another town   Yesterday I was in East France at the beach   With the Mediterranean sea in front of me at my feet   People walking naked   Women and men   But not like back at home in the USA, the jail that I live in   Where you can't drink a beer or smoke a joint on the corner   Or to be naked on the beach is indecent exposure   (?) try to talk about something happy   (?) turn crappy   I guess that because I'm a part of the American dream   A pure sort of experiment by the damn mighty whitey European   Screaming, scaming   Got me screaming to the top of my lungs   Because what I saw made me jealous, but also with disgust   Look at all the happy white people in their paradise state   Even some people with a color get a piece of the cake   They're guinea pigs for justice and peace in the USA   Gimme gimme justice, gimme gimme peace !   They squeal in their land and slap on glory,      The land (?)   Some Black men, some Red men, some Yellow and some White matter   The land of the free   Free to make money   If you make enough money you can buy yourself some justice, honey   So if you're Black like me and you wanna get rich quick   Go under cover and make your hair slicked   Get rid of those naps and be a tom for a minute   Be like the mighty whitey and you're in it to win it      Fuck all that I say with deep angst,   I am what I am, no bacon for me thanks       Three snaps and a circle,   A pow wow with Bloods and Crips   Let's all get together and bunch 'em in the lip   Then brake their hips and take away their mind   Rebel, rebel, rebel   Rebel away from your blind mind   Rebel from the spell that has been intertwined   Into your great grandma and great grandpa's genes   Now is the time, the time to rhyme   About how we must unfold and (?)   The curse of the snow storm has been   Wupped on all lonely men   From the men of the land of the mighty whitey men   The mighty whitey, the mighty whitey      What was I talking about at first ?   Oh yeah, some nice like the sun rising up and the earth spinning round and the stars in the sky and the flowers on the ground   And this (?) tastes good in the Rome, Italy and they told me Africa's right across the street   This is a donation from Dr. Madd Vibe on the charity tip   Peace now