I first heard the last poets album entitled the last poets in my teens. This cut changed the way I thought about poetry. Wake Up, ******* Night descends as the sun's light ends And black comes back, to blend again And with the death of the sun Night and blackness become one Blackness being you Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue Dreaming of lost black civilizations that once flourished and grew HEY! - WAKE UP, ******* or y'all through! Drowning in the puddle of the white man's spit As you pause for some drawers in the midst of **** And ain't got nothing to save your funky-*** with! You Kool fool - sipping on a menthol cigarette 'round midnight Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight, when you ain't never had a bite Who are you fooling? Me? You? Wake up, ******* or ya ALL through! In Uptown, two roaches are drowned in each other's piss In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss While junkies are dreaming of total bliss Somewhere in the atmosphere, far away from here Beyond realms of white dimensions, gathered by suppressed intentions As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper "SAVE ME!, " a corner you shout, as the lights go out 'cause you ain't paid your 'lectric bill And the rats and roaches move on in for the kill As your lips struggle the drain, that last drop from the wine bottle And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW it WAKE up, ******* or ya all through! Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds Bonafied members of ******* Anonymous Never knowing which way you're going - pimpin' off life Turning tricks to slick *****, with candy ***** "All masses are being held for the late, great Blackness... " (Ahhhhhhh-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen...) YOU ******* UNDERSTAND? ! UP AGAINST THE WALL Black Maryland farmers, or we’ll blow you away And you'll never live to see the light of day And the nightstick, the nightstick it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head That's right, brothers and sisters, YOU the living dead But the **** crows, and the night goes And it saves your *** in the nick of time As you wake up and you start to find Yourself, laying up in bed - scratching your *** and head Trying to remember where you recall this familiar nightmare That always leave you feelin' blue But you still can't place, The Man’s face, as hard as you try to HEY! - WAKE UP, ******* OR WE ALL THROUGH!