Round them up, then gather 'round:
This is a declaration for the nation,
Not a nigger in sight of the plight,
All are guilty enough to try
& escape in the still of the night.
Catch them before they flee
The prisons are for-profit buyers
Check the flyers: Black by the pound.
Here's your little shared cage,
here's your little food on a tray,
Be happy that you're allowed a recess
To bask worthless ass in the light of day. Be a good boy when you're told
to sit your ass down...still.
It's no longer plantations & cotton fields;
it's the industrial prison complex & assembly lines.
They let the dogs out to play,
if one gets too wild...euthanize.
Turning back clocks or not, time has been overdue for life-saving change
We need rehab for the rehab; the asylum is being run by the inhumane, the same ones who suggest that I am patient...wow, how fucking insane.