Gil Scott-Heron - The King Alfred Plan lyrics

Um, it’s 1972, an election
Year, and once again
Black people are running for their
Lives reasons are things
Like the King Alfred Plan
The concentration camps that
Were used during the second World War to
House oriental-Americans are now
Being refurbished
To, um, confine their new residents ie
Black people brothers and sisters
There is a place for you in America
This is the King Alfred Plan

Ha! Brothers and sisters
There is a place for you in America
Places are being prepared and readied
Night and day, night and day
The white boy's plan is being readied
Night and day, night and day
Listen close to what Rap say
About traps like Allenwood PA
Already legal in DC to preventively
Detain you and me
How long you think it's going to be
Before even our dreams ain't free?
You think I exaggerate?
Check out Allenwood PA
Night and day, night and day
The white boy's scheming night and day
The Jews and Hitler come to mind
The thought of slavery far behind
But white paranoia is here to stay
The white boy's scheming night and day
What you think about the King Alfred Plan?
You ain't heard? Where you been, man?
If I may paraphrase the
Government notice reads:
"Should there at anytime become a clear and
Present danger initiated by any radical
Element threatening the operation
Of the government
Of the United States of America
Members of this radical element shall be
Transported to detention centers until
Such time as their threat has
Been eliminated code King Alfred"

"Bullshit" I bet you say
"There ain't no Allenwood PA"
And people ain't waiting night and day
Night and day, night and day
There will be without the
Motown sound and Thunderbird
Wallowing in the echoes of Malcolm's words
There must be black unity
There must be black unity
For in the end, unity will be thrust upon us
And we upon it and each other
Locked in cages, pens, hemmed in
Shoulder-to-shoulder
Arms outstretched for just a crust of bread
Watermelon mirages
An oasis that does not exist
Conjured up by the bubbling stench
Unwashed bodies in unsanitary quarters
Concrete and barbed wire, babies screaming
Stumbling around in a mental circle
Because you never cared enough to be black
In the end, unity will be thrust upon us
Blanketed, stifled
A salty taste in your mouth
From blood oozing from cracks and wooly heads
Red pools becoming thicker than syrup
Slow down your face
Birds matted by the life force
Sprung loose from wells
Welled deep by the enforcers of mock justice
Of the red, white, and blue
In the end, unity will be thrust upon us
Let us unite because of love and not hate
Let us unite on our own and
Not because of barbed-wire death
You dare not ignore the things I say
Whitey's waiting night and day
Night and day night and day, night and day