They walking in fours and kicking in doors; dropping Reds and busting heads; drinking wine and committing crime, shooting and looting; high-siding and low-riding, setting fires and slashing tires; turning over cars and burning down bars; making Parker mad and making me glad; putting an end to that "go slow" crap and putting sweet Watts on the map - my black ass is in Folsom this morning but my black heart is in Watts!
ur Fråga inte ditt land (Soul on Ice) av Eldridge Cleaver, den siste amerikanske presidentkandidaten som var något att ha.
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