Gil Scott-Heron - Roevolution lyrics

[Gil Scott Heron *Fades Out*] We'd like to do a poem for you called: "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" Primarily because it won't be... You will not be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag And skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle And leading a charge by John Mitchell General Abrams & Mendel Rivers... To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia... [Ted Roe] Mama told me there'd be days like this Now I'm broke and pissed off because it stays like this While D-boys push packs to stack major chips Makes me wanna get a sack, and break it down to bits (Right?! Yeah!) but that I ain't what I do man I'm the dumb n***a that chose to go to school, man This sh** is not College Hill material Bought books and got milk in the fridge, but no cereal b**hes cost a grip, I know an Alpha that'll swipe em Couple bops that do it, and for payment I could pipe em But I'm gripin. These Pigs is pushing chargers looking nice... Devil's pies still in the streets, I'm droolin' for a slice No loans, smooth cruise, 22's with the dice Present into hindsight, looking at a new life (Right?!) But I also know that as a man, some mud can turn to blood When you want it off your hands Woke up from my street dream, came up with a master plan There's a cost to be the boss and step one is selling Grams... Step one is selling Grams There's a cost to be the boss, and step one is selling Grams [Gil Scott-Heron *Fades Back In, Out*] ...with a clear conscience and a college degree The irony of it all, of course, is when a pale face SDS motherf**er dares look hurt when I tell him To go find his own revolution He wonders why I tell him that America's revolution Will not be the melting pot but the toilet bowl Back goes pale face to basics Does Little Orphan Annie have a natural? Do Sluggos kinks make him a refugee from Mandingo? What does Webster say about soul? I say: you silly, trite motherf**er Your great grandfather tied a ball and chain to my balls And bounced me through a cotton field While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl And now you want me to help you overthrow what? The only Truth that can be delivered to a four year revolutionary With a whole card i.e. skin is this: [Ted Roe] Hard liquor hit my liver, pull the trigger with ease Ron Paul would call me "n***a"; I'm not hanging from trees I'm just hanging on some trees, with my G's, I'm the realer Chairman of the Frogs: Revolution's Log Dealer Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Theodore is the notary This is to the Black Hole we sh** on, openly Most def, we hoped and prayed the quality improves Keep us wishing for the carrot like an Ass that couldn't chew "But Obama..." WHAT'S NEW?! Onto the next objective “But what about The Church?” They think my mouth is too reckless Yet I love my n***as, so I transmit The Message They respond and we here like Mills Lane: "Let's Get It On!!" Swamp Up at The Pond, like a river, flow's ridiculous Stay spittin' pus like syphilus so b**h n***as can't get wit us Dig in em like chicken guts, survivors turn to kicking dust If you take our lickings and keep ticking: it's considered luck Fours on the truck, DUB's on the Benz Make a list of broke n***as and rean*lyze your friends Or pull the ends together, make a circle and defend Like a clan, and fu*k where you're from, where do you stand? Gangster state of mind, middle finger to the man There's a cost the be the boss and step one is selling Grams... Step one is selling Grams. There's a cost to be the boss And step one is selling Grams [Gil Scott-Heron *Fades In*] ...Beverly Hillbillies and Hooterville Junction Will no longer be so goddamned relevant, and Women will not care if Dick finally screwed Jane On Search for Tomorrow because Black people Will be in the street looking for a brighter day The revolution will not be televised There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock News and no pictures of hairy-armed women liberationists And Jackie Ona**is blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be right back after a message about A white tornado, white lightning, or white people You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom The tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl The revolution will not go better with Coke The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat The revolution will not be televised Will not be televised, Will not be televised, not be televised The revolution will be no re-run brothers;The revolution will be live