MIM(Prisons) is a cell of revolutionaries serving the oppressed masses inside U.$. prisons, guided by the communist ideology of Marxism-Leninism-Maoism.
Under Lock & Key is a news service written by and for prisoners with a focus on what is going on behind bars throughout the United States. Under Lock & Key is available to U.S. prisoners for free through MIM(Prisons)'s Free Political Literature to Prisoners Program, by writing:
MIM(Prisons) PO Box 40799 San Francisco, CA 94140.
by a North Carolina prisoner January 2024 permalink
They Say:
They say they gone always be there
but never there when you really need them there unless
its self care.
They Say:
When you Fall down get back up, but don’t tell you
when you get back up its gone be Someone Hoping you
Turn the left cheek in knock you down in say it Fair.
They Say:
Love thy Neighbor as you love your Self but behind close doors Say
Destroy they Neighbor in Conquer Wealth
They Say:
We fight for justice but only by killing It was
Justice For All.
They Say:
Hey fellow you Committed a CRIME time to go to Jail,
but don’t tell about the Greatest CRIME Committed here in there.
They Say:
FORGET About them, but we say Forget the Fascist in
Say high to this Guerilla warfair.
They Say, They Say a lot of things
But the “People” say All Power to the “People”
Revolution is here in will always be the “People”
WAR FAIR
Transformation is what revolution brings, no face, no place, no name,
all is suitable for guerilla tactics, so we study and we study so that
we become self made autodidactics.
Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream, so we must put
Theory into practice in order to manifest that thing.
It’s impossible for a persyn to be true to anyone else, without first
being true to thyself!
If you should fail, go forth and try again. Mind, body, spirit must
be imposed with discipline, with undaunting vigor we shall win.
Keep your mind focused, we shall not fold, nor shall we bend!
by a North Carolina prisoner January 2024 permalink
The Black Liberation Armies Our Disciples
Be
Our civilians in the streets be the BPP
We not white, not black, it’s you and me
Honor, Trust, Love, Respect, and Loyal-ty
We tie Family ties and combine our mind
Now we on our business shit, black-suits, Black-Ties
Building ties in the street and upgrading communities
An independent movement fuck police immunity
Liberating our people in a fight for equality
Internationally representing from Congo to Albany
Re-educating our people, treat them responsibly
Within the Black Liberation Movement to develop more harmony
Cause wit Black-ties Matter BLO Liberation Unit
And the Bld Brotherhood Revolutionary Army Headquarters, Allegiance of
Improvement
We’ll be a professional militia till the day that we die.
Funeral of red white and blue collars, Black-Ties.
If the wallz of prison life could talk I wonder what they’d say. From overseer to officer, from predator to prey. Solitary confinement, oppressive and inhuman, involuntary servitude Psychologically still in chains - Prison Boom! when it rains it pours. Price gouging and extortion, bleeding our families with inmate store. A revolving door, crippled from the lack of education Under Lock & Key, agitated and pacing, hoping and waiting, Political devil in disguise. Drug-infested prisons, breeds chemical suicide Pleading for a way out of this bottomless pit, Another murder covered up. Prison guard orchestrated the hit. Violent prison stabbings, dry tazed to death Poor ventilation, heat exhaustion, claimed his last breath. The ultimate test is to stand firm and bear witness, Because these wallz are speaking volumes, and if you’re wise, Listen…..
Rhetorical Rhetoric composed in a symphony of tactical swears of Infamy, Musik filling idle Hands of youthful Revolutionaries, inducing Rebellion and Civil disobedience, against the Systematic Repression of Authorities, as we’re defiantly resisting political ploys of distraction targeting us in silent wars, with Ruses of Fake News, as the media glorifies Police as Heroes while they Kill the innocent without consequence or Justice, they’re the Evil we strive against, with every ounce of our beings, they’re straw dogs and paper tigers, a gang costumed behind authority we don’t recognize, for the only authority is God, the only one to Judge us, Enemies of the POLICE State, who demand allegiance to Arbitrary capricious laws by Riflepoint for Farcical Freedom that Does Not Exist in Enslaved Minds of Ignorance, Miss Me with the pitch of Nationalistic Propaganda for WE THE PEOPLE exist to Resist control tactics with self-determination and Freewill, A Resistance Refusing conformity to mainstream idealisms of a Government that does not represent us, or our constitutional Rights, we Are P.O.W’s, Prisoner’s of War, waged with law, which we must wield as Arms we Bear; fighting for freedom in these Modern-Day Concentration Camps, for if we Are ignorant of our Rights and laws that govern us we are powerless and Dead to rights, Authorities rather distract us, with devices of our own destruction perpetuating intolerance and fueling fires of prejudice that weaken our resolve of unity to Rise against their system of control, generating Revenue to keep the cell full in their Monopoly of Incarceration, while we complacently standby as their Human degradation oppresses our generations stealing our time, let Rebellion enter our Mind STATE, since we Are left Dead to Rights without any Alternatives, we Must beat the Drum of Anarchy, or we will never see freedom, nor will our children, one word wielded as war weapons at a time, Empowering the Mind’s of Masses united by common grievances that call us to fight side by side, putting aside differences, for the enemy of my enemy is my friend, sedition charismatically spoken by a leader inspires our Movement, one of counter-culture Activists cutting strings of delusion attached to our souls, by belief systems that no longer serve our interests, No longer will we obey as puppets dancing for malevolent puppeteers of Governments we no longer recognize; ones who rendered us Enemies of The STATE, with usurpation of our inalienable constitutional Rights, so there’s Nothing left but determined defiance, using their own plots, ploys, contrived Artifice and stratagem tactics as our own against them, in suits of Individual Capacity to Levy their Assets since their Immunity is an illusion, one we must mercilessly exploit, battling the system systemically, making us all wealthy, taking back what’s ours, they illegality makes them easy targets in the court, with Civil Rights suits, we hunt the Leviathan of the Prison Industry, that made us slaves and commodities on the market of Incarceration, with warrior Minds we can pry open the blinded eyes of injustice; Lex Talionis, Eye for an Eye, the solution of Revolution Kids, as Partisans of propaganda by deeds, “Gazavat” our sacred struggle, against State Entities of Oppression in the color of Law, we are Freedom Fighters, patriots, Guerrillas in concrete jungles refreshing the Tree of Liberty with our Blood.
MIM(Prisons) notes: We thought these lyrics fit well with the theme of Under Lock & Key 83. However, we of course measure our correctness through action with the international proletariat as the ultimate judges of how we performed.
The blackest pupils you’ve ever seen Es mi hermano A man who wore his emotions on his sleeve Angu ndugu i’ve only touched his finger tips & even that violated the policy of no human contact But it’s mi hermano … i’ve never seen a grown man cry That’s how I remember those blackest eyes i literally sob at the feet of the giant his mattress rolled up at the front of the cage & me sitting cross-legged on the tier it’s how I spent my hour, every hour I was ever allowed to be out my cell. Had to beg the officer, almost like saying yesa massah At least that’s how I felt it to me But at that moment there’s no place in the world i’d rather be than with mi hermano His enemies think they got the last laugh & you should’ve seen how the badges danced … The captive told the captor that’s a captive that’s better off dead But it’s mi hermano & this is something i never will forgive!
I hear white privilege being spoken of by people, I’ve never known anyone graced by that steeple, Me and mine came up from the gutters where it’s dark. Shunned as no good white trash from the trailer park Yet supposedly cause of my color I’m a ruler of this earth, Never mind the fact that I’ve been dirty and broke since birth, Powdered milk and government cheese that don’t melt, Holes in all my clothes impoverished is all I’ve felt, People miss the point when they blame race, Last I checked me and mine are with you in the same damn place, It’s about class these days money and property, The rich on top then us on bottom in poverty, It ain’t about the color of skin anyone may hold, It’s about that beautiful equality in communism to uphold, Misdirected anger can make a wise man a fool, Don’t let the rich subtle tactics make you a tool, I don’t care how you look on the yard my brother, Raise that communist flag high for that ideal don’t see no color.
MIM(Prisons) resonds: We agree with the author when ey writes, “People miss the point when they blame race,” but we disagree that therefore it is just about class. The idea of “not seeing color” is common among the conservative bourgeoisie protecting white power, but it is also common among the general population in this country, of all nationalities. That’s why the bourgeoisie uses it, it resonates with many and it sounds righteous. It sounds kind of like opposing racism, and for some it really is.
Yet we challenge the Minnesota prisoner to see beyond eir individual experience to take on a sociological understanding of the world we live in. We do not challenge the facts written in the comrade’s poem about how ey came up, and we agree that in prison, in most cases, prisoners are one class facing the same oppressor. But the poem ignores the reality that there is an historically European-descended nation of people that on the whole are living a privileged life off the backs of the world’s majority who are the exploited. One must put on blinders to the majority of the world to talk about Amerikans as the poor and exploited – and this is a type of blindness that we must combat.
Forced to face a foreign decision, Forced to embrace a foreign religion Black and white begets a foreign collision That’s unprecedented destroying our vision
Forced to pledge allegiance While praising the dead, Ignoring the living and only free In the head, Independent thinking is the thing that they dread, Death or freedom is the Reason they fled.
North Atlantic ocean created The distance, Accompanied by an ideology That made us defenseless, Proving them wrong And making the difference Ancestral pain created resistance.
For removal of chains Charge them a fee, Shackle their minds Convince them they’re free, Felony conviction Is slavery for lease, As the murder of kins Was the removal of peace.
New rap songs Spiritual potion Internal revolution is the only resolution, Read the constitution and it’s void of a solution, No black inclusion, so freedom’s a delusion No black inclusion, so freedom’s a delusion