I Got's Me a Muthafuckin' Dream, Beeotch!

I gots a hard-on that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I gots a hard-on that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former niggers and the sons of former nigger owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I gots a hard-on that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of thuggin and justice.

I gots a hard-on that my four little niggers will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their koolaide but by the content of their wallets.

I gots a hard-on today!

I gots a hard-on that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little nigger boys and nigger girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I gots a hard-on today!

I gots a hard-on that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the big-dicked gangstas shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²

Thuggin at last! Thuggin at last!

Thank Pimp Almighty, we be thuggin at last!