So, I wanted to contribute myself. I was writing down and putting all the categories together: 'I-ain't-got-me-no-money,' 'I-ain't-got-me-no-job' blues, 'I-ain't-got-me-no-woman' blues. And I said, "Wait a minute, see, I don't want to waste no categories, the 'I-ain't-got-me-no-money' blues, 'I-ain't-got-me-no-job' blues, 'I-ain't-got-me-no-woman'...Learn More

Poem here says, Comment #1 Uh, Comment #2 is dynamite But Comment #1 is the one we decided To use here this evening Because it makes a comment if you listen Closely on what is now being advertised In East Harlem as the "Rainbow Conspiracy" - a combination of The Students For A Democratic Society The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords And this is...Learn More

[Intro] Uh, this is, this poem is specifically for the master of the tenor saxophone, uh, the immortal John Coltrane. Um, and, uh, there have been a lot of poems written, um, mentioning Coltrane, the contributions that he made to black music, but none specifically about him—that I know of—and none that, um, that go into what I consider his...Learn More

[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron] Here I am, after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box. I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my own Help me, I'm the prisoner Won't you hear my plea? I need somebody, yeah, to listen to me I beg you, brothers and sisters I'm counting on you, yeah [Verse 2: Gil...Learn More

[Intro] Good evening and welcome, my name is Gil Scott-Heron My accomplices are, first, from left to right: Eddie Knowles, a drummer for the Denise salute dance group, a drummer for December dances and a percussionist for a group called "Black & Blues"; The brother to my immediate left is Charlie Saunders, of December dance group and a former...Learn More

The king is alive and twenty million strong And long before he ever ascended to his throne He was made fun of, a source of great humor His domination over neighborhoods was nothing but rumor The reason I felt black kids was headed for a fall Was the day I read this poem painted in the bathroom stall "Fuck a man in the butt and you could get it for...Learn More

[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron] You always go out of your way to impress me Don't you know by now, ain't no need to impress me? I'm impressed every time you smile When I feel like you mean to smile ‘Cause you can be so very beautiful When you are who you are [Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron] Every morning, when you wake up You put on a new disguise How long...Learn More

We have a poem here, it's called "Whitey On The Moon" It was inspired by some whiteys on the moon So I wanna give credit where credit is due A rat done bit my sister Nell With whitey on the moon Her face and arms began to swell And whitey's on the moon I can't pay no doctor bills But whitey's on the moon Ten years from now I'll be payin'...Learn More