Boy you’re looking tired

Day in a life of the empire

Dragged out, stomped on, so fed up

Don’t lay die, just get up

Your mistake, not one of your leaders

Were ever like me and white

But Pa Pa boom

I’m a hell of a mad man

What ever you do,

Don’t look into my eyes

You will see we’re made up

Of black inside

Mmmm flesh and blood

Built in dog leash beliefs

To make it us and them

Divided we can’t win

We can build a life formed from

The light outside

No more dog leash beliefs

To make it us and them

Together we will win

Free star working all day

Free star taking a break

Sell me exactly what’s free

How much I loose and what I should take

Next year

He shudders with fear

He’ll be replaced with a much leaner man

Now what about you

Will you will you be a slave too?

Most of these gears are to wear down poor folk

So when we found no place to hide

Funny thing we awoke

Let my faith in you inspire

Burn baby burn down the empire

Now’s the time to haul the mother load

If you don’t of coarse you’ll never know

When everything you think, you see, you breathe is white

But Papa, boom

That’s just the shade I was born in

My Momma, yes we all torn

From the same open-wide thighs

And our tears were mined from

The black in side

Mmmm flesh and blood

More dog-leash beliefs to make it us and them

Just stay the same and we will loose again

Free star working all day

Free star taking a break

Jail me, in the land of the free

How much to cheat and what I can gain

Next week, he’ll be happy and free

When he be strapped to the electric chair

Now what about you, will be a dupe to?

Most of this dream has now gone up in smoke

When we finally cried out why

Funny thing we awoke

Man, you got what you desired

Toil’s sound with no empire

Rise up proclaim independence

Praise the beat of the eternal rain dance

Our mistake, not one of our saviours

Were ever like thee and Black…

But Papa, boom

This song was written mostly from the black inside... Originally I was going to call this song, "Charlie Manson's Courtroom Oracle to the Niggers of America" but decided that it was too long, so I opted for "AKA Boom". I thought it would be more fitting for the times.
From Charlie Manson "You made your children what they are.... These children that come at you with knives, they are your children. You taught them. I didn't teach them. I just tried to help them stand up.... You can project it back at me, but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you. My father is your system.... I am only what you made me. I am a reflection of you. You made your children what they are. Manson had been predicting racial war for some time before he used the term Helter Skelter. His first use of the term was at a gathering of the Family on New Year's Eve 1968. This took place at the Family's base at Myers Ranch, near California's Death Valley. In its final form, which was reached by mid-February 1969, the scenario had Manson as not only the war's ultimate beneficiary but its musical cause. He and the Family would create an album with songs whose messages concerning the war would be as subtle as those he had heard in songs of The Beatles. More than merely foretelling the conflict, this would trigger it; for, in instructing "the young love, America's white youth, to join the Family, it would draw the young, white female hippies out of San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury. Black men, thus deprived of the white women whom the political changes of the 1960s had made sexually available to them, would be without an outlet for their frustrations and would lash out in violent crimes against whites. After a resultant murderous rampage against blacks by frightened whites would be exploited by the Black Muslims to provoke a war of mutual near-extermination between racist and non-racist whites over the treatment of blacks, the Black Muslims would arise to finish off sneakily the few whites they would know to have survived; indeed, they would kill off all nonblacks.