Gil Scott Heron Poems

See that black boy over there, runnin' scared
his ol' man's in a bottle.
He done quit his 9 to 5 to drink full time
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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
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What's the word?
Tell me brother, have you heard
from Johannesburg?
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From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
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Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
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A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
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Was there a touch of spring?
Did she have a pink dress on?
And when she smiled, her shyest smile
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I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
and paint it all over my sky.
Be no rain. Be no rain.
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Countryside was cold and still
There were three crosses on the hill
Each one wore a burning hood
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He was groovin'
and that was when he coulda sworn
the room was movin'
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