King Alfred Plan

Brothers and sisters there is a place for you in America

Places are being prepared and readied night and day, night and day

The white boy's plan is being readied night and day, night and day

Listen close to what rap say bout traps like Allenwood P.A.

Already in D.C. to preventatively detain you and me

How long you think it's going to be before even our dreams ain't free

You think I exaggerate check out Allenwood P.A.

And night and day, night and day - the white boy's plotting night and day, night and day

The Jews and Hitler come to mind

The thought of slavery far behind

But white paranoia is here to stay

The white boy's scheming night and day, night and day

What you think bout the King Alfred Plan

You ain't heard; where you been man

If I may paraphrase the government notice reads:

"Should there at anytime become a clear and present danger initiated by any radical element threatening the operation of the government of the United States of America, members of this radical element shall be tranported to dentention centers until such time as their threat has been eliminated - code KING ALFRED"

Bullshit I bet you say there ain't no Allenwood P.A.

And people ain't waiting night and day, night and day, night and day

There will be without the Motown sound and thunderbird

Wollowing in the echoes of Mlcolm's words

There must be black unity, there must be black unity

For in the end unity will be thrust upon us and we upon it and each other

Lock in cages penned, hemmed in shoulder to shoulder - arms out-stretched

For just a crust of bread,watermelon, mirages and oasis that does not exist

Cuntured up by the bubbling stinch of unwash bodies and unsanitary quarters

Concrete and bobbed-wire, babies screaming

Stumbling around in a mental circle because you never cared enough to be black

In the end unity will be thrust upon us - lanketed, stipled

A salty taste in your mouth from blood oozing from cracks and wooly heads

Red pools becoming thicker than syrup slow down your face

Spurs matte from the life force sprung loose from wells

Welled deep by the enforcers of mock justice of the red, white and blue

In the end unity will be thrust upon us

Let us unite because of love and not hate

Let us unite on our own and not because of bobbed-wired death

You dare not ignore the things I say

Whitey's waiting night and day, night and day, night and day, night and day