Spreading Hope Like Dope

In the beginning

There was total darkness

And out of this darkness

There came a word called funk

From the high trinity of funk

Three undeniable geniuses

The godfather himself, James Brown

The funk master, George Clinton

And the funk teacher, Bootsy Collins

Just that word funk

Represented all that was funky

And funked up in the world

So it was kept out of the mainstream

Of the so-called civilized or deoderized world

The one looked down upon us

And saw sir nose

BE void of funk and said

"This is not good for humans to be funkless

And separated from the one

You see, one is not a lonely number

When it contains the essence of all that is"

The one said "I will send

The spirit of the funk on down

In the flesh of George Clinton

To triumph over this funkless

Invader of organized chaos"

Then with a blast from his funk gun

George reached out his hand and began to speak

In an unknown funked up tone

No one on Earth understood this P. Funk language

No one except his personal funked up disciples

And they were sent out all

Around the world for the funk

"Who me? I'm yo' brother and funk man

Cornell West, yes, bringing you the good funkin' news"