The King Alfred Plan

Uhm, it's 1972, an election year, and, once again
Black people are running for their lives
Reasons are things like the King Alfred Plan
The concentration camps that we used during the second World War
To house oriental-Americans are now being refurbished to
Uhm, confine their new residents, i.e. black people
Brothers and sisters there is a place for you in America
This is the King Alfred Plan

Brothers and sisters there is a place for you in America
Places are being prepared and readied night and day, night and day
The white boy's plan is being readied night and day, night and day
Listen close to what rap say bout traps like Allenwood P.A
Already in D.C. to preventatively detain you and me

How long you think it's going to be before even our dreams ain't free
You think I exaggerate check out Allenwood P.A
And night and day
Night and day the white boy's scheming night and day

The Jews and Hitler come to mind
The thought of slavery far behind
But white paranoia is here to stay
The white boy's scheming night and day
What you think 'bout the King Alfred Plan?
You ain't heard? Where you been man?

If I may paraphrase the government notice reads
"Should there at anytime become a clear and present danger initiated
By any radical element threatening the operation
Of the government of The United States of America
Members of this radical element shall be transported to detention centers
Until such time as their threat has been eliminated, code King Alfred"

Bullshit I bet you say there ain't no Allenwood P.A
And people ain't waiting night and day, night and day, night and day
There will be without the Motown sound and Thunderbird
Wallowing in the echoes of Malcolm's words
There must be black unity, there must be black unity
For in the end unity will be thrust upon us
And we upon it and each other

Locked in cages, penned, hemmed in, shoulder-to-shoulder, arms outstretched
For just a crust of bread, watermelon mirages and oasis that does not exist
Conjured up by the bubbling stinch of
Unwash bodies and unsanitary quarters
Concrete and barbed wire, babies screaming
Stumbling around in a mental circle
Because you never cared enough to be black
In the end unity will be thrust upon us

Blanketed, stifled, a salty taste in your mouth from
Blood oozing from cracks and wooly heads
Red pools becoming thicker than syrup slow down your face
Birds matted by the life force sprung loose from wells
Welled deep by the enforcers of mock justice of the red, white and blue
In the end unity will be thrust upon us

Let us unite because of love and not hate
Let us unite on our own and not because of barbed-wire death
You dare not ignore the things I say
Whitey's waiting night and day
Night and day, night and day, night and day