The Revolution Was Postponed Because Of Rain

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 The revolution was postponed because of rain
 The underlying immediate political socio-economic
 And trigger mechanism causes were all in place when
 Some nee-gro or the other got hungry
 Had to stop at the McDonald's
 Had to get on the line with the new trainee cashier
 "Uhh, where's the button for the fries?"
 So we missed the bus
 Then the leader couldn't find his keys
 Didn't want some poor ass moving
 His brand new 20" and VCR
 Out his living room on the shoulders
 It was too late when the locksmith came
 Then our demo expert Willie Blue got arrested
 Came out with his head hanging under his hoody
 "Didn't know they started doing that
 For jumping the turnstiles," he said
 "How many times must we tell you -
 Don't. get. caught."
 We voted against shooting him on the spot
 In the winter we were all depressed
 So we leaned our guns up against the sofas
 And listened instead to Tim Tim 3
 Singing about his dysfunctions
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 He sang
 "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be free
 Free of the sins of my brutish daddy
 Like the cheating, the stealing, the drinking
 And the beating"
 The weatherman said the 17th would be sunshine
 And it wouldn't be too hot
 Tim Tim 3 doesn't like sweatin'
 But that night the weatherman came on crying
 Saying he didn't control the weather
 That God was real
 That he's lucky He, God, didn't strike him
 The weatherman, with lightning
 For taking the credit sometimes
 And that he, the weatherman, was in no way responsible
 For the hurricane coming
 And that we, the viewers, should
 Pray Jesus into our hearts
 Before it was too late
 Superbowl Sunday was out
 All the women wanted to see the game
 And the men were pissed
 At their insensitivity
 The 20th was supposed to be a definite
 We looked for some Bastille to storm
 Didn't find any
 Settled on the armoury instead
 Before they moved the homeless in
 "We'll bum-rush it anyway," I said
 "It smells like a collection
 Of a thousand farts in there," they said
 So we waited for the approval of the city
 Contract to build a Bastille
 Which set the revolution back five years
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 Peace wanted to start the revolution on Tuesday
 She was in a pissed-off mood
 Her tax return didn't come in time for the rent
 But they showed the We Are the World video
 On cable that evening
 And we all held hands
 And cried to stop from laughing
 And our anger subsided
 Looking back, it could've been a plot
 But there are more substantive plots to expose
 Than the We Are the World conspiracy
 Now we wait for the rain to stop
 All forces on the alert
 Some in Brooklyn basements
 Packed in between booming speakers
 Listening to Shabba Ranks and Arrested Development
 Bogling and doing the East coast stomp
 Gargling with Bacardi and Brown Cow
 Breaking that monotony with slow movements -
 Slow, hip-grinding movements
 With the men breathing in the women's ears to
 Earth Wind & Fire's Reasons
 And wondering what the weather will be like
 Next weekend