Heidegger in Harlem

[lyrics that I'm unsure of are bracketed]

Heidegger in Harlem on a Sunday afternoon
black paint streaming down his face
He's trying to equalize the distortion in his room
People screaming unify your race

But see, it takes so long
Long I have heard, Martin
I want to thank you for pushing my cart along

There's a soap box burning, there's a preacher in the street
Black left Christian on the way
The preacher's saying Jesus danced to communist beats
Remember how he spread the fish and bread around that day

But it took too long
Long I have heard, Preacher
I want to thank you for pushing my cart along

See, Heidegger collapses in a soul food restaurant
The sisters bring him cool lemonade
One of `em reads aloud from a notebook by the plate
It says I think this poor white boy's about to fade

See it takes too long
Long I have heard, Preacher
I want to thank you for pushing my cart along

Now the preacher's wearing boxing gloves, the crowd is with him now
He's punching out the demons of the state
Even Malcolm smiles adjusts his tie in the book store window
He says take me home now, Preacher, I can't wait

History clock
don't make no tick-tock
It won't tell the time,
so [wish what] should be mine
It won't plant the seeds,
which whisper through the trees
And sway on the song
That pushes my cart along