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‘This is Madness’ (1970)

Knock! Knock! Who’s there?

It’s Rap Brown and if you don’t open up I’ll strike a light and burn your house down. And I see Malcolm’s spirit his eyes burning Red Black and Green flames and crying tears of thunderbird wine that seem to touch my lips and make me thirsty for a taste of FREEDOM!

Freedom by any means necessary.

It’s necessary to have freedom by any means necessary.

And I begin to hate with love and love with hate.

This is Madness!

This is Madness!

This is Madness!

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And during all this time my father was somewhere drowning his mutant plastic-minded self in a bottle of cheap wine letting that spiritual catalyst John Coltrane pay celestial homage to that White God who was riding his main vein.

This is Madness!

This is Madness!

This is Madness!