The Light Bulb & The Idea

Oh, I know, that light bulb and the idea, I love poem

I stood up on the red window and looked out

I saw all the suffering of my people and something inside me cried out

Never mind how it started, it has to stop

Being degraded, deprived, lied to and often bought out

Now that's just on the block, elsewhere won't let us own too much land or buy too much stock

But it'll kill our hope heart and future with some metal balls and a lot

Crooked ass cops is bringing the Klan back in and Bush for his dad has got the US caught up in sin

How will we win and where do we begin

I wondered, till I stood up under a light bulb and got the idea, to establish myself

In a position to battle the evil that is steadily stalking my people or until they see us as equal