I used to be a man of means

Now I have motive and opportunity 

I’m through chasin’ the American Dream

Now I’m a full-time Black Revolutionary

I quit my job just to write this poem

I’ve taken a vow of self righteous poverty

I know nobody asked me to 

I did it so I could wage war on White Supremacy

I've exchanged all of my corporate shares

Now I only invest in Black Unity

I gave up everything for the cause 

Now I can fight the power with impunity

The man no longer has me buttoned down

I’m gonna single-handedly save the Black Community

Whether they want me to or not

Gonna make Black folks hold their heads high like royalty

I promise I’ll save them from themselves

Even the ones that show their people no loyalty

I’m even willing to die for the cause 

Yes, I’m willing to be a No Limit casualty

Sometimes I get weary though

Sometimes I even doubt my own ability

Loving Black folks ain’t easy

Sometimes it’s hard to hold in my hostility

I used to feel like a winner

Now I constantly battle feelings of futility

Workin' for Black folks is hard

Victory is most often illusory

I told myself I should stop writing these poems

Erotique-Noire Novels is where you make your real money

Matter of fact, let me put this damn pen down

Snap my dumb ass back to reality

I can’t make a living writing this shit

There’s no market for Black Iconoclastic Avant-Garde poetry 

Can’t make no money from this Revolution shit either

Since there's no corporate sponsor it won’t be televised commercially

Most people don't even know it’s going on

Just figuring out who the enemy is can be a real mystery

I don’t even think everybody really wants liberation

I believe most folks are just waiting on their social security

Round trip bus pass and a guv’ment job is enough for them

That’s all it takes to satisfy the majority

Believe me I understand

Yet I still hold on to my beloved moral authority

So I wrote this poem by candlelight 

Because “The Man” just turned off my damn electricity