Project Roach Lyrics - The Last Poets

It is absolutely silly and unproductive 

To have a funeral for the word nigger when the actions continue 

We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters 

Not a funeral for niggers cause niggers dont die 

Ugh yeah, yo, Im creepy and crawling 

In your sink and your toilet, Ill be drinking from your spit 

Anything cause Im more less an insect with 4 legs 

People come and I fake dead, correction, I got 8 legs 

Climbin on top your plate, bed where ever I smell food 

It could even jail food, stale food thats molded 

A roach is what I am fool, the ghetto is my land fool 

Ima never be able to fly like a bumblebee 

Try not to be underneath your sneaker, pitiful creature 

Im not afraid of your pesticide or ray 

Cause in Heavens my creator 

I love it when the lights off 

Eating from same knives, forks 

From any man's dinner, see my antennas 

You can't win, you cant stand 

The crunchy sound I make if you squash me 

Learn to live with me 

How much your roach motel costing? 

You and the city but yo we everywhere 

Check your house cause I bet we there 

Niggas are like roaches, theyre never gonna go away 

Learn from them what we should not become 

Cause niggas dont die