let me tell you how it is
got no more love for ya boy
so I be Boss Hoggin' it
ooh wee!
We gonna have ourselves a barbeque
you've had it your way for far too long
so I'll right the wrongs for you
I'm gonna make you pigs squeal
wee, wee, wee
all the way home
gonna pick up my gun
see how fast you can run...
pick up the gun, pick up the gun,
pick up the gun
put the pigs on the run
pick up the gun
don't hesitate boy
'cause I gotta fire in me
it's my turn to be the oppressor
that's how it gon' be
so pick up the pace boy
let's see how far you get
don't be lookin' back boy
'cause I ain't done yet
don't be eye ballin' me,
don't holla or hoot
'cause I gonna lynch you boy
right after I shoot
and when it's all over
gonna make a bonfire so huge
and gonna fire up your crackling
have myself a barbeque.
ooh wee!
smell that pig a cookin'
*Pick up the Gun - Black Panthers Chant (1968)
I think a lot of us feeling this way today. I watched my Wiradjuri sister in parliament sung in that helped a bit.
ReplyDeleteQuite a racially pointed perspective and I tossed it around whether to post or not, the uprising/riot in Kalgoorlie helped to give me the courage to do so.
DeleteSo powerful, Janette.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah. I'm aware it can be viewed as offensive to some it does need to be read in context with parts 1 and 2.xx
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