The Last Poets - It's a Trip lyrics

How I wish I could stay, far away, far away Away from the milling ma**es Filth, vermin and gases Muggings, thuggings, near naked bodies as they go marching past Shamming at modesty in miniskirt mask And it's a trip Yes, it's a trip From the screaming and cussin' From the gambling and hustlin' From the nodding and the fussin' From the confusion of integration and segregation amidst the cries of Let's build a nation! Separation, y'all, separation t y'all Separation, separation It's a trip Yes, I trip to escape the environmental rape The industrial waste in the rivers and lakes The mad, mad race for the vastness of space The clamour and fuss to quicken the pace The hypocrites' call of justice for all though this cannot be for people like me There's no place for the poor y'all, in this society So I trip and I flee from the things that I see Yes I trip and I flee from this brand of liberty Yes I trip and I flee, so perhaps for a moment I might be free, free, free I might be free, free, free And it's a trip Yes, it's a trip Yes, I split with my mind, through the pa**age of time Back when men were still men, and the sisters were fine And a man had a friend, and a man had Allah And a man had some land, and a faith to defend Back in time before men were deceived by the Jinn Back in time before men were deceived by the Jinn But, alas, I come back to the real, to the fact Being poor, being black, being under attack Being under attack for just being black Being under attack for just being black Being under attack for just being black Being under attack and that is a fact And it's a trip It's a trip Yes, it's time we all took a real hard look at the lifestyles we have and the ones we forsook And our past and our present, at the future we crave And at the things we encounter between the womb and the grave And what we must do, and what must be saved And how we must struggle, and how things will be when truth is revealed, y'all, and falsehood has died And we can be free and we want to be And it's a trip And It's a trip How I wish I could stay, far away, far away From the witches and vampires that stalk me each day Far away from the hunter that makes me the prey Far away from the snare that they lay on the way For the soul is the prize in the game that they play For the soul is the prize in the game that they play!