What Will Be / The Sacred Words?

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.

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.

Hope Is Delicate Suffering.

James Brown And Frank Sinatra Are Two Different Quantities In The Universe. They Represent Two Different Experiences Of The World.

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.