Black Poem of resistance and protest
They won’t let you in ‘cause you got the wrong doctrine
They won’t let you in ‘cause you don’t wear a cloth
They won’t let you ‘cause you don’t speak in tongues
They won’t let you in ‘cause your breath smells like dung
Don’t worry ‘bout thems that’s in the box man
You’d like to, but don’t kick them in the crotch man
They only want one flavor, that fruit
They won’t let you in ‘cause they don’t give a hoot
You don’t want in their box, Schleiermacher’s “religion”
You don’t have to fall to their subjugation
You fall with hard knocks, don’t call it spirituality
The structure that you build will fall as calamity
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