It ain't cute, and it's even less funny.
No reporting has been released as to exactly how he died last week, but we can bet how it happened. Gil Scott Heron was a severe drug addict/ alcoholic, having fallen victim to the heaviest weapons in the Man's arsenal, dead at 62. He became the classic representation of what his poetry was about, but he was no punk. Did he know? Did he know he was walking through Right Wing Whitey quicksand?
Of course he did. He just lost hope.
Just look at us. Just look at America. What was left for a man like Scott-Heron to live for?
What are you proud of?
What is your positive take on America?
What's the other side of your argument?
Do you know what the fuck you are talking about?
Probably not, because after all, you're an American.
The revolution has not, will not, and cannot be televised.
Why would it be?
It's on fuckin' Facebook.
Words are good, and also neat and fun. Snobs are not good. So let's have fun with fun words that are nice, and be nice to fun kids who make the words that are good.
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