New York New York – The Last Poets

       

              The Last Poets – New York New York

New York New York the big apple

sixteen million feet nationals florsheims

tom mccanns stepping on each other

rejoicing over the death of one nigger toe

cold callous feet trotting up and down

synthetic avenues, streets, and gardens

gardens that grow shit

gardens where putty face beings sit

emotionlessly admiring bastard flowers

New York New York the big apple

New York is a prerequisite to America

a disguised sin

where some brother from that closed southern shit

comes to some open northern shit

for a vacation for an opportunity

that knocks up sisters and knocks him in the head

for an opportunity that takes him home with

dope in his arms and clairol on the brain

New York New York the big apple

new sameness new food same shit

new car same gas without platformate

new love same neurosis

new hairdos same minds

new styles same influence

new installations same holes

new words same story

New York New York the big apple

that empire outhouse

that receptacle for all varieties of puke

then there’s queen liberty tin shit

standing in the middle of pee green water

telling a brother he’s liberated

(the statue of liberty is a prostitute)

yes from the old mississsippi to new mississippi

New York New York the big apple

where freak looking filthy white rodents

are running around spreading new kinds of

venereal diseases talking about we love everybody

watching movies marked adult only

when it should be kids only

the A train, the D train, the F train, the underground

undercurrent steel-plated frame

unworkable air vents ass aching benches and

then there’s that corny paraphernalia all over

the interior inside of all of this there’s a brother

being soaked in by that shit on the wall

suffocating from bad breath in the air

in pain because some jackass is riding on his foot

while on the train you see young and old white

wrinkly faces peeking over crooked shoulders

under cardboard hats poking their noses at you

vampire eyes staring at you wondering who you are

New York is an exploited colony called Brownsville

Bedford Stuyvesant or Harlem where tiny fat Jews

are holding the firry hoop watching you burn your

ass jumping through it

Er……. Siren sounds through the street

putting your mind in a state of mental paralysis

New York is brogan boot shape state

of Madison Ave negro button-downs

hungry lost nigger souls screaming

screaming downtown for death

semi-black obscured blackness

plastic trees and phony grass

New York is a state of mind that doesn’t mind

fucking up a brother.

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