Harlan Lovestone (Detroit, MI)
Blaxploitation ain't what it used to be
Blaxploitation is brotha can you spare a dime
so I can buy my glass of wine?
Blaxploitation is wondering
where are my reparations
to change my desperation?
i'm a hostage of my hostile society.
somebody please let lil’ black sambo out to eat his pancakes
so he can die in a war
and get buried in a negro cemetary
before we was blax
we was blaxploitation.
exploding in blaxnicity with afrocentricity.
can you feel my electricity?
maybe not, but you feel me right?
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