Story Behind the Song
I actually know several people who I will try to avoid because they never shut the hell up and they talk and complain about everybody and everything, but never do anything to bring about a change.
I don't want to hurt their feelings so I wrote a poem about them! Ha!
Lyrics
Kamal Supreme c June 11, 2003
ArmChair Revolutionary
Yo, you talk a good game everytime I come through
the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO???
You A Armchair Revolutionary.
You a Garveyite and never been to Africa
A Double Muslim and never been to Mecca
A disciple of King and never waged a boycott
Never went to a rally when one of our folks go shot by the cops
Never told a young cat to stop selling rocks
You just blah blah blah
Talking about everything under the sun moon and stars
Grew some dreads and talk about Jah
Shaved your head and talk about Allah
Got hit with some curveballs in life and turned to Christ
Wen’t pentacostal and started talking Voodoo
You too through
Yo, you talk a good game everytime I come through
the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO???
You A Armchair Revolutionary.
Yo talk about Mumia and forgot about H Rap Brown
And all the other political prisoners on lock down
You talk about the motherplane and acid rain and extraterrestrials and how we celestials but forgot about Amadou getting shot in the vestabull
You always talking shit you thought nobody else knew.
I peeped the speculation section at barnes and nobles.
Coming with Farrakhan and Dr. York while swining and dining with pork on your fork.
You complain about the Hispanic population escalating and nobody cares about us
And what people think about us
And why they move away from us.
It makes me wonder in whose god do you trust.
See Yo, you talk a good game everytime I come through
the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO???
You A Armchair Revolutionary.
Yo talk about the Arabs and Africans and Europeans and how they enslaved the Nubians and brought us over here
Our culture was robbed and because of them now we don’t have no jobs
And the little people in the shops looking up at us from 4 foot 2 like we gonna steal something from there store and how we shouldn’t buy from them no more.
How the man made aids so we can’t hit chicks raw
How Ascroft took away our civil laws and rights and how come black folk to scared to fight.
Yo, you talk a good game everytime I come through
the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO???
You A Armchair Revolutionary.
And then you talk about the kids
You call em generation crack
And why they wear there paints like that?
With them rags on they heads
And you never took the time to talk to one of them
,but you consider them… trifling niggers
That would rather pull triggers on each other
Than join the revolution that only seems to exist… in your head.
You mad at everybody from lightskin to multiracial to bousougie
And aint nobody thinking about you pa!
You mad at sisters that crossed over, lesbians, gays, Politicians, the elephant and the donkey.
While you sit in front of the TV with the remote like a brass monkey, flunkie or crack junkie
Like a black archie bunker, talking about the hunkey.
Yo, you talk a good game everytime I come through
the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO???
You A Armchair Revolutionary.
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