I wonder why Kanye didn’t say “featuring Gil Scott-Heron”. Anyway, the poem excerpted throughout “Who Will Survive In America" is actually "Comment #1 (Who Will Survive In America)" by Gil Scott-Heron. Here is the piece in its entirety.
" .. We learned to our amazement the untold tale of scandal, two long centuries buried in a musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume; America was a bastard, the illegitimate daughter of the Mother Country, whose legs were then spread around the world, and a rapist known as Freedom, Free-Doom; Democracy, Liberty, and Justice were revolutionary code names that preceded the bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling in the Mother Country’s crotch; and Behold! a baby girl was born; Nurtured by slaveholders and Whitey Racist, it grew and grew and grew, screwing indiscriminately everything unplagued by her Madame Mother .. “
"Young, very young, teeny-bopping, revolt-on-weekend young, dig by proxy what a mental ass-kicking they receive, through institutionalized everything, and vomit up slogans to stay out of Vietnam; they seek to hide their relationship with the world’s prostitute, alienating themselves from everything except dirt and money, with long hair, grime, and dope to camo-hide the things that cannot be hidden; They become runaway children, to walk the streets downtown with everyday Black people, sitting on the curb crying because we know that they will go back home with a clear conscience and a college degree; The irony of it all, of course, is when a pale-face SDS motherfucker dares look hurt when I tell him to go find his own revolution; He wonders why I tell him that America’s revolution will not be the melting pot, but the toilet bowl; He is fighting for legalized smoke, a lower voting age, less lip from his generation gap, and fucking in the street; Where is my parallel to that? All I want is a good home and a wife and a children and some food to feed them every night; Back goes Pale Face to basics .. What does Webster say about soul? I say, you silly trite motherfucker; Your great-grandfather tied a ball and chain to my balls and bounced me through a cotton field, while I lived in an un-flushable toilet bowl; and now you want me to help you overthrow what? The only truth that can be delivered to a four-year revolutionary with whole card i.e. skin is this: Fuck up what you can in the name of Piggy Wallace, Dick-less Nixon, and Spiro Agnew; Leave Brother Cleaver and Brother Malcolm alone, please .."
No disrespect, but this is some deep stuff.