(Don’t Worry) If There’s Hell Below We’re All Gonna Go

Sisters!, Niggers!, Whiteys!, Jews!, Crackers!
Don’t Worry, if there is hell below, we all gonna go!

Sisters, Brothers, and the Whiteys
Blacks and the Crackers
Police and their backers
They’re all political actors

People running from their worries
While the judge and the juries
Dictate the law that’s partly flaw

Cat-calling, love-balling, fussing, and a cussing
Top billing now is killing
For peace no-one is willing
Kind of make you get that feeling

Everybody smoke
Use the pill and the dope
Educated fools
From uneducated schools
Pimping people is the rule
Polluted water in the pool
And Nixon (insert contemporary slave-master) talking about don’t worry
He says don’t worry

But they don’t know
There can be no show
And if there’s a hell below
We’re all gonna go

Everybody’s praying
And everybody’s saying
But when come time to do
Everybody’s laying

Just talking about don’t worry
They say don’t worry

~ Curtis Mayfield
(Don’t Worry) If There’s Hell Below
We’re All Gonna Go


8 Responses to “(Don’t Worry) If There’s Hell Below We’re All Gonna Go”

  1. 1 c
    March 24, 2008 at 3:01 pm

    He’s right.

    Educated fools
    From uneducated schools
    Pimping people is the rule
    Polluted water in the pool
    ” -Great lines…

    Johnnypeeper’s response:

    I am glad you dig it c, Curtis didn’t write no junk. He was a true soul-uniter who used his talents to push mankind in the right direction. His anthems dedicated to mental emancipation and universal love will not be forgotten.

  2. 2 Manco
    March 24, 2008 at 3:46 pm

    Most of the scum who have been commenting on this journal lately would do well to listen to Curtis’ songs.

  3. 3 Dougie Nugget
    March 24, 2008 at 9:08 pm

    What up Peepers? I see you got my spiritual father on display – Curtis. I would rank my man, Curtis, as one of the ten most important black men in history. Unbelievable mind, soul and funky direction, my man. Yes, sir.

    I ain’t even gonna get mixed up with them racists on that other post, man. It ain’t worth my blood pressure or their throat being slit. They just ignorant.

    I was reading that shit,man. That dude, Manco, man. He’s crazy. You know that dude, Peepers. I mean, I appreciate him stepping to the forefront like that, but he needs to watch out, man. A big mouth can lay a brother low, or so they say. Of course, my pops told me a big mouth can free a man as well. I don’t know, I’m just tripping, dawg.


  4. March 25, 2008 at 3:21 pm

    What’s up Peeps? Curtis Mayfield was on point. You gonna make me go home and listen to some Mayfield, while drinking a 40. Mayfield’s vision seems to really bring out my inner consciousness if I’m drinking. But, if there’s a hell down below, then we all gotta go.

    As always, Peace, Light and Love to you and Yours. . . CordieB.

  5. 5 lafellowstrangiato
    March 25, 2008 at 4:02 pm

    Check out a phenomenal blog http://thecleaver.blogspot.com/

    Also, check out the podcast interview with Neal on Red Ice creations http://www.redicecreations.com/radio/2007/12dec/RICR-071213.php

  6. March 27, 2008 at 12:01 pm

    Jesus Christ said we didn’t have to go to Hell –or even non-exist when we die.

    “Whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. For God sent not His son into the world to condemn the world -but that the world through Him might be saved.”

    After His resurrection He said, “Because I live, you shall live also.”

    But this was said to His disciples. He promises them Eternal life.

  7. 7 Hannibal
    March 27, 2008 at 2:53 pm

    First principles, Barb. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek? What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?
    He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Barb? Do we seek out things to covet? No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don’t you feel eyes moving over your body, Barb? And don’t your eyes seek out the things you want?
    You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition’s given you some length of bone, but you’re not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Barb? And that accent you’ve tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you… all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars… while you could only dream of getting out… getting anywhere….
    A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
    Johnny Peepers is helping you isn’t he? Apparently he likes you and you like him too. Do you think that Johnny Peepers wants you sexually? True, he is much younger but do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges, fucking you?
    You still wake up sometimes, don’t you? You wake up in the dark and hear the screaming of the lambs.
    And you think if you save poor Johnny, you could make them stop, don’t you? You think if Johnny lives, you won’t wake up in the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs.
    Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. Our Johnny wasn’t born a criminal, Barb. He was made one through years of systematic abuse. Johnny hates his own identity, you see, and he thinks that makes him a transsexual. But his pathology is a thousand times more savage and more terrifying.
    You’re very frank, Barb. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life. I do wish we could chat longer, but… I’m having an old friend for dinner. Bye.

  8. May 15, 2008 at 4:25 pm

    i just love ole skool funk and i luv the black panthers and every thing you stand up for that is the truth i may be 24 but i have a ole soul i am a strong sista

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Johnny Peepers

----> is a socio-pathetic degenerate with a penchant for cheap booze, ruphy-laden broads, and dim sum soup.


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