[01:37.35]We can invent
[01:37.68]Kingdoms of our owngrand purple thrones, those chairs of lust& love we must, in beds of rust
[01:52.95]Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams& muzak,
[01:53.94]AM, rocks their dreams
[02:51.87]No black men's pride to hoist the beamswhile mocking angels sift what seems
[03:15.09]To be a collage of magazine dust
[03:15.78]Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
[03:16.62]This is just jail for those who mustget up in the morning & fight for such
[04:09.36]Unusable standards
[04:09.90]While weeping maidens
[04:10.32]Show-off penury & pout
[04:10.77]Ravings for a mad staff