It's always pretty after an apocalypse
So we strolled past the flowers
Planted by the bloods and crips
And they chose white lilies
Cause they're such wacky kids
It was a good day
d*** right, it was a good day
Almost all the hypocrites and demagogues were gone
Like the sacramental moment In a last poets song
And bayard rustin came back
Just to b**** slap farrakhan
Burned to the ground
We knew it would burst into bloom
Healthy and good
So we struck that match
And went back to sleep
Lee Awater was on the corner
Turning tricks
Clutching the failed box set
Of his heartfelt blues licks
He said "I think I liked the ghetto better
When it was sick"
Razed to the ground
We knew it would burst into bloom
Healthy and good
Bayard Rustin smiled
And went back to sleep
Good morning, America
So we strolled past the flowers
Planted by the bloods and crips
And they chose white lilies
Cause they're such wacky kids
It was a good day
d*** right, it was a good day
Almost all the hypocrites and demagogues were gone
Like the sacramental moment In a last poets song
And bayard rustin came back
Just to b**** slap farrakhan
Burned to the ground
We knew it would burst into bloom
Healthy and good
So we struck that match
And went back to sleep
Lee Awater was on the corner
Turning tricks
Clutching the failed box set
Of his heartfelt blues licks
He said "I think I liked the ghetto better
When it was sick"
Razed to the ground
We knew it would burst into bloom
Healthy and good
Bayard Rustin smiled
And went back to sleep
Good morning, America