What Will Be / The Sacred Words?

The Future Is Always Here In The Past

I Am A Soul In The World: In The World Of My Soul The Whirled Light From The Day The Sacked Land Of My Father.

When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry I Will To Black People. May They Pick Me Apart And Take The Useful Parts, The Sweet Meat Of My Feelings. And Leave The Bitter Bullshit Rotten White Parts Alone.

What Will Be / The Sacred Words?

If You Are Black, The Only Roads Into The Mainland Of American Life Are Through Subservience, Cowardice, And Loss Of Manhood. These Are The White Man's Roads.