Feb. 4, '99 (For All Those Killed By Cops) chords by Mike Ladd

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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It's all confused and beautiful
Like Cambridge Mass,
like Roberts upon Roberts
And Sylvia's in bushes and ponds
and projects and steeples
Sweet ivy with acid leaves like chips
and the air is sharp
And at 16 I saw the snows turn purple
at the top of the world
And the green carpet of the plateau
went so warm
the sight alone could feed children
Old men and women
pray with their whole bodies in dust
Length by length around temples
And I couldn't play basketball for shit
So my friends made me toss a
glass bowl in the dark
To test my coordination skills
The sting on my knuckles when it
slipped through
Everything slipped in drops of Boston style
In the Himalayas,
five boys and a pound of ghee
For Ramadan omelettes at
four a .m. with Rehan
Coaxing God in my ears,
the Mullah's song
Bouncing off mountains, down to plains
And off to horizontal stars
I don't wear saffron
And I won't cheat my feet
out of a pair of soles
Craft macaroni and cheese
all week long
tastes better at the company of cousins
Uncle Jimmy joking about
spaghetti and peanut butter
His lazy boy all duct tape and plastic
Luke and Laura learning
how to get it on
in front of my little face
While I'm waiting on Easy Reader
All I know is when it's cold,
hazy in your eye
The great Zimbabwe looks as if
it's being born
And this morning,
stretching out of the mist
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like the world was an egg to emerge from.
That kif and fez and the
wet of two lovers
make a room for me,
allow we to be cradled in folds
that should be eternal.
If I could be cradled in a boat of wombs,
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within a womb,
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odysseying through the worlds,
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I'd be there now, fully drenched.
All I know is Jesus, Vishnu, Mohit,
Horus, Osiris, Odin, Mohammed,
all wait in line for seconds just like me.
That we are put together by masses
of eternal trinkets of matter
from the cosmos in the bathroom.
And that they disappear and reappear
like worlds between matter.
That mountain seas and sidewalks
won't justify this
But they will serve
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Serve like universes
Somehow bullet holes and steel doors
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Look like a collection of constellations
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Trapped to catch the wrath of idiots
And we are the sides of constellations
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In the path of wrathful idiots
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And all these heroes
we will map the sky with
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Come across arcane
Next to off -duty demons in denim
And you would think that Cambridge
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would finally buckle under its own ego.
That the Himalayan stones would melt
and somehow drown the right people.
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That Shona Ghost would rise
and fly vengeance.
That the very matter from
every cross path
would turn resolute
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and shatter themselves for justice.
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I've called
I've called it!
I've called it!
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I've called it!
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Don't forget to subscribe!
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But no, the world is too beautiful to let,
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too beautiful to    let go of me,
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too confused to    leave out this thing.
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But if days are   numbered,
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the day will come,
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and they will serve.
You