Letra da Música Plastic Pattern People de Gil Scott-Heron

We deal in too many externals, brother.
always afros handshakes and dashikis.

Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism.
always does a man read Mao or Fanon.

I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well
standing on a box on a corner, talking about blowing the white boy away.
That's not where it's at, yet, brotha.

Calling this man an uncle tom
and telling this woman to get an afro, but you wont speak to her if she looks like hell will you, brotha?

Some of us been checking you act out kinda close
and by now its looking kinda shaky
the way you been rushing people with your super-black bag.
jumping down on brothers with both feet because they are after their B.A.

but your never around when you B.A. is in danger. I mean your black @SS

I think it was a little too easy to forget that you were a negro before malcom
you drove your white girl through the village every friday night.
while the grass roots stared in envy and drank wine.
do you remember?

You need get your memory banksorganized, brotha.
Show that man you call an uncle tom just where he is wrong.
show that woman that you are a sincere black man

all we need you to do is SHUT UP AND BE BLACK
help that woman. help that man.
that's what brothers are for, brotha.