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Strive

My strive is to liberate
So with my scribe I demonstrate
Teaching those education who seek to be free
So with their own two eyes, the truth they will see
Oppressors abuse their authority with fallacious tendencies
To whom do officers rehabilitate, it ain't you or me
If I could liberate just one, maybe two, or even three
They will know the cause of a revolutionary
Realizing that one can make a difference
Look at Malcolm X or Nat Turner for instance
Each with their own position in the cause
So this is why I strive to perfect my flaws
For their descendants is why my ancestors died
So regardless if I fail at least I tried

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Stand Proudly

Placed in this prison
Under a false pretense
Forced to work each day
Or face consequence

I have to follow their rules
And all their regulations
If you are politically aware
You end up in bad situations

They try to keep you down
Under their boot heel
Trying to make you bend
On the ground, you won't kneel

In this imperialist world
Where it's sink or swim
You have to fight the man
Stand proudly against him

On a United front
Where we Struggle and fight
Doing anything and everything
That's Within our might!

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Making Peace


They say "a chain is only as strong as its weakest link"
So all this prison violence gives me the creeps
Those prison wars that help keep us all blindfolded
We don't see where all that has been going
I can feel it as if these walls are closing in on me
But somehow I'm still opening up some cell doors
As if I have the key
For all those who want to be freed
Mentally
The last thing we need is to make one another enemy
So whoever's serving time, we have to draw a line
That makes room for some peace
Do you feel me?
If so, throw up them deuces
That gives us all a sign that you're all for
Making peace!

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 45]
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No Stopping Me

Locking us down simply because they can
Trying to break us down to make us feel less of a man
Instill hate in us, turning us against each other
When will we utilize our 3rd eye which is the mind
Through its strength alone it will break these chains that got us blind
We must stand as one together, we must unite
Realize violence is not the only way to fight
So much can be done by the force of a powerful voice
Confined behind these walls but my mind will never be under lock and key
Exercise my mind daily so there's no stopping me

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Direct Hit

I am an imprisoned lumpen
Ready to do some revolutionary stumpin
Sick and tired of the capitalist pigs' continuous humpin
He has humped and humped and screwed all the lumpen
In this uncivilized world
Molotov cocktails, let the oppressed nations hurl!
With nothing to lose, I ain't afraid one bit
Listen to the pigs squeal
As they waddle in their own shit!
Power to the people, who make a direct hit
Anti-imperialist, I hate all pigs
I dislike swine of any kind, ya dig?!

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Where it Begins

Let the truth be told about MIM Theory
It is revolutionary thought that makes the imperialists weary
Gil Scott-Heron said the revolution would not be televised
But the so-called Arab Spring has proved otherwise
The world witnessed what may have been merely an Arab fling
Because without communist principles
Revolution don't mean a thing
We must embrace true revolutionary principles
And support the United Struggle from Within
Because unity is the empowerment that will enable us to win
And unlocking the minds of the oppressed is where it begins
And though many of us are under lock and key
The revolutionary teachings of Mao Zedong are setting us free

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Our Utopia

I see the Utopia
Beautiful as ancient Ethiopia (Kush)
No classes or nations, just one humanity
No suffering or capitalist insanity
Unity of opposites, the world outlook
Power is in knowledge, but open the right book
If i didn't struggle for a better world i'd be a crook
The Golden Age, where everyone has mastered the mind
Recognizing there are no races, only one humankind
No sexism or ego to crush
Nature's Bliss is what We must be in touch
So i solemnly pledge to fight and give my life
Like the Ancestors who made my life right
All the Ancestors that struggled on the path
Who bring us to our feet and make us overstand
Freedom come like an Afrikan drum
Show the whole world that We are One
The taste is sweet like sugar to the tongue

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Justice?

Justice? What justice? There is no such thing as justice. Visit the jails and here's what you'll see. "Just us" occupying these modern day concentration camps.

Justice? What justice? Inside the courtroom you think you'll find justice? Absolutely not. You'll find just-ice. What do we associate ice with? Cold. Inside the the courtroom empathy is nonexistent, sympathy nonexistent, feelings nonexistent, emotions nonexistent for the jury, the judge & the district attorney.

I can't find no justice in the courtroom. I'm innocent but they don't believe me. They want me to pay fines court costs and restitution for something I didn't do. So I reach into my pockets pull out the lint and tell them my pockets contain "just this."

Where was justice for Malcolm X, Tupac Shakur, Christopher (Biggie Smalls) Wallace, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, the many Black Panthers and Black Liberation Army members who were hunted & viciously murdered with malice by the police & FBI just for association with those organizations? Hmm what happened to the members of the most vicious organization "Ku Klux Klan"? Nothing!

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A Plague in the Community

There is a plague in my community - self hate we call it
A dis-ease of media color programming
Jimmy killed Bobby for walking on Mr. Brown's street
Bobby's brother killed Jimmy for killing Bobby
Mr. Brown's K-9s killed 160,000 in California alone
and the numbers are still rising!
I said: THERE IS A PLAGUE IN MY COMMUNITY!!!
Sistah Susie didn't like here hair
So she bought some chemicals and dog fur
To make her hair look like Mr. Brown's daughter's hair
Sistah Susie didn't like her eye color
So she bought some plastic eyes from Mr. Brown's wife's store
To make her eyes appear the color of Mrs. Brown's eyes
Sistah Susie didn't like her skin color,
breasts, stomach, lips, nails, nose, ass, language, culture, attitude
So she bought & changed
bought & changed
bought & changed, until...
Sistah Susie didn't like me no mo
She said: You talk with double negatives - ebonics
What she talkin bout!! I ain't got no negatives - ebonics - whatever!
Damn plague! I ain't hardly got a Sistah no mo
Doctor say them chemicals were "kau-ze-genic" or sumthin
The col-e-jins breasts leaked he say
Damn plague!!

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 43]
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Simple Minded

Orange Walls Abolish the CIJ

The simple minds try to tell me that we are not at war
Had to cover up my mouth with a wet rag cause the chemicals seeped thru the cell door
I know there was a reason behind why it was sprayed
I'm trying to fight for my rights so we won't get played
But these robots have no brains nor conscience
So they waited for the captain to okay
Cause its fuck me which fucks us cause they got to get payed
Been sprayed too many times that I've lost count
Plenty nights I've layed with burns all over my body
Orange stains all over these walls, sinks and sheets
Hunger strikes just so we can get something decent to eat

Pushing my mattress towards the door and their battling ram came rattling thru
For what?!?
I ain't even gon' lie, been fighting so long at times I forget why
Losing family cause they don't understand all I got left is my sanity
But they simple minded cause they think I'm fighting cause of my vanity
Immune to their chemicals and their tactics ain't up to date
Sprayed so many times I don't even need nothing to cover up my face
Sprayed too many times that the orange colors have become a part of my DNA
Prayed a lot of times but god seemed to look the other way
Muthafuckas screaming telling me the team on their way!!!
Six geared up men against one plus their paint ball gun
But before they enter they throw a bomb in the cell
I'm looking in these soldiers' eyes and they looking in a warrior's eyes
And all of us are nervous as hell

Click is the sound of the door
They rush in with shield in hand trying to take me to the floor
Once they get me down they sneak their shots in
But I shouldn't have it any other way
Cause their cowardly blows keep me fighting for another day

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