What The Super Bowl Did For Us

I Met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels And Mao When I Entered Prison And They Redeemed Me.

I Don't Want To Die And Leave A Few Sad Songs And A Hump In The Ground As My Only Monument. I Want To Leave A World That Is Liberated From Trash, Pollution, Racism, Nation-states, Nation-state Wars And Armies, From Pomp, Bigotry, Parochialism, A Thousand Different Brands Of Untruth And Licentious, Usurious Economics.

Up Until Now, The Prospect Of Parole Has Kept Us From Confronting Our Captors With Any Real Determination

The Story Line, The Comparisons To This Show And The Bible Ends After The Names Of The Characters.

I'm Always Telling The Brothers Some Of Those Whites Are Willing To Work With Us Against The Pigs. All They Got To Do Is Stop Talking Honky. When The Races Start Fighting, All You Have Is One Maniac Group Against Another.