It's always pretty after an apocalypse So we strolled past the flowers Planted by the bloods and crips And they chose white lilies Cause they're such wacky kids It was a good day Damn right, it was a good day Almost all the hypocrites and demagogues were gone Like the sacramental moment In a last poets song And bayard rustin came back Just to bitch slap farrakhan Burned to the ground We knew it would burst into bloom Healthy and good So we struck that match And went back to sleep Lee atwater was on the corner Turning tricks Clutching the failed box set Of his heartfelt blues licks He said "I think I liked the ghetto better When it was sick" Razed to the ground We knew it would burst into bloom Healthy and good Bayard Rustin smiled And went back to sleep Good morning, America

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