It's always pretty after an apocalypse  So we strolled past the flowers  Planted by the bloods and crips  And they chose white lilies  Cause they're such wacky kids  It was a good day  Damn right, it was a good day  Almost all the hypocrites and demagogues were gone  Like the sacramental moment  In a last poets song  And bayard rustin came back  Just to bitch slap farrakhan  Burned to the ground  We knew it would burst into bloom  Healthy and good  So we struck that match  And went back to sleep  Lee atwater was on the corner  Turning tricks  Clutching the failed box set  Of his heartfelt blues licks  He said "I think I liked the ghetto better  When it was sick"  Razed to the ground  We knew it would burst into bloom  Healthy and good  Bayard Rustin smiled  And went back to sleep  Good morning, America