"How do you know I'm real? I'm not real, I'm just like you. You don't exist in this society. If you did your people wouldn't be seeking equal rights. You not real. If you were you'd have some status among the nations of the world. So we're both myths. I do not come to you as a reality I come to you as the myth. Cause that's what Black people are: Myths."
Es kommt also ein afrozentristischer, free jazz-spielender Wanderprediger vom Saturn aus der Stratosphäre gesegelt. Er trotzt dem Blitzlichtgewitter, befreit die schwarze Ghetto-Jugend und duelliert sich mit einem dämonischen Pimp names "The Overseer". Trashig, abstrus und irgendwie genial.