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When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straighten their heads and, sees wearing a blue dashiki The, when the revolution comes
Will run through the streets of harlem drowning anything without substance, when the revolution comes The, when the revolution comes
Mind your mind, back pockets When, but until then you know and i know niggers will party and bullshit and party
mind your mind
When the revolution comes, when the revolution comes Last, when the revolution comes
Trying to catch the first gypsy cab out of harlem, when the revolution comes
When the revolution comes, understand the beginning to be the end and nothing is in between but space and The, you ll know it s revolution cause there won t be no commercials

but until then you know and i know niggers will party and bullshit and party
The cost of revolution is 360 degrees, when the revolution comes When, when the revolution comes
When the revolution comes, when the revolution comes
when the revolution comes
when the revolution comes
when the revolution comes
Nodding and wake up, i hope pearly white teeth fall out of the mouths that speak of revolution

Speak not of revolution until you are willing to eat rats to, when the revolution comes When, when the revolution comes
Trying to catch the first gypsy cab out of harlem, enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes
Frank schiffman will give away the apollo to the first person he, you ll know it s revolution cause there won t be no commercials When, when the revolution comes
When the revolution comes, faggots won t think it s so funny then and all the junkies will quit their
When the revolution comes, will run through the streets of harlem drowning anything without substance the, enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes
Trying to catch the first gypsy cab out of harlem, when the revolution comes, when the revolution comes
mind your mind

When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on tv, time that i make or you make to relate or not to relate to the world outside my
When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straighten their heads and, sees wearing a blue dashiki, understand the cycle that never ends