April of '68 I was 17 working
at a Shell station on Florence
in Inglewood when King Jr.
got killed by the same U.S.
government Obama now
works for so I quess change
does come sing hallelujah
but I can remember the
bell ringing going to get this
guy some gas in that stupid
company uniform and out of
the car comes this 6' 5" black
motherfucker who throws
me up against the pumps then
punches me screaming it's
over for you white fuckers
that was your last hope
and he gets back in his ride
and takes off and I'm holding
my bloody nose bewildered
because I hadn't yet heard the
news and what the fuck was
that all about anyway but now I
know and believe it or not I still
think they should have given
the day to Eldridge or Huey