Pigism has no color As we adjust they adapt So we must remain abreast by choosing not-to-wait-to have-to-react.
Pigs are Black! Wearing afros or hats to the back yelling KAPTIVES! hands in the air! as they attack. Attack! Attack!
Pigs are white old "Raiders in the night" Imperialist goons with guns (oink) Blue and grey uniforms (oink) forcing kaptives to LIE DOWN! and conform conform conform. Imperialism is pigism and has too easily become the accepted norm.
Somebody Sound the Alarm as we storm! Storm! Storm! and tear down the norms and no longer conform to pigism
Thinking back on all the times we spent Running here, running there Never taking the first step. Conditioned to what's around you Living in the puppet show of life
Dancing along, singing their song Slowly stirring from slumber All the bright colors often dimmed to their liking Seeing with new eyes all the wonder Pulling at the chains as they get tighter
The more you see, things ain't what they seem The more you learn, things ain't what they should be The more you know, running from their rules You're living in their fantasy It's time to wake up and break the chains!
Walking around with your eyes wide shut Thinking you're in a land of the free Seeing it's only the land of deceit Speaking your mind is an act of terrorism Breaking the chains piece by piece
Get a new state of mind Relearning what never should have been forgotten Bracing yourself for what is yet to come Praying for strength to carry on Holding true to your beliefs.
What it's like The reasons why The things a persyn must do or die You'll never understand The strength it takes To embrace my fate Time and time again Being spit at for what I am You'll never understand You curse me to hell subtly Telling me not to fight this system Don't file lawsuits against it Then you say you love me You'll never understand Everything about you is a contradiction Sick consumer puppets of imperialism Parasitic existences mind washed into believing in "corrections", "terrorism", white male supremacy You'll never understand I'm on my third lawsuit My fifth year straight solitary Took me a whole generation to discern the compliment Each time you spit at me
Throw a fist in the air for Fred, George, and Marx Oppression we override all it takes is heart This is for my comrades who recognize the trap This a unified movement far from a rap Let's seize the time the government we overthrow And eliminate spies informing on the low All nations we together as one With our lives on the line freedom shall come Nothing is given, it's taken and demanded It's a war with the oppressed left standing Organize your mind focus on the war Dumping on the pigs, peace to Assata Shakur The struggle on the rise this I truly see This is dedicated to the people who standing on their feet It's a war going on nobody is safe Birthing solid troops who don't bind, fold or break The past is present and the present is the past Oppressed against oppressor forever we clash 21 guns comrades truly honored Too many sold us out I call 'em transformers All power to the people who fear nothing on this land We learn from the past with an organized plan United Blood Nation riding with the Panthers I'm standing on mine with revolutionary standards In this war blood must be shed Either them or us that's what Denmark said I pledge allegiance to the struggle my life is dedicated My words uplift for those who motivated First and foremost all my true brothers stand up We will never fall cause we always stand up!
Once there was a time you could tell me any lie; I was at the bottom of the pyramid believing there was someone, something, watching and judging from up in the sky. Now I am the eye above the suspended eye and am no longer susceptible to their oppressive lies! Their lies and stories of dread and fear no longer have their delusional hold on me. Sure death brings a final rest, but I now also see that life is to be lived completely free. Stand up, live free, lift your eyes up high! You no longer have to fear their devious lies! We get one life to live and you can choose to live it free! You don't have to be the scared little sheep that they want you to be!
They don't care. They're not involved or don't want to get involved, but they are. Their involvement just masquerades as indifference or inattention. It is the silent "acquiescence" of the millions that supports the system, your silence becomes approval, for it does nothing to interrupt the system. People use all sorts of excuses for their indifference. They appeal to god as a shorthand route for supporting the status quo. They talk about law and order, but look at the present system, look at the present social order of society. Do you see god? Do you see law and order? There's nothing but disorder, and instead of law and order there is only the illusion of security. It's an illusion because it is built upon a long history of injustices; racism, criminality and enslavement and genocide of millions. Many people say it is insane to resist the system, but actually, it's insane not to.
by a North Carolina prisoner January 2014 permalink
They say "America is the land of the free" But what about the millions of people who are just like me Locked in a cage for petty crimes Don't you see in this so called land of the free a dead president's face on a piece of paper is worth more than you or me And they say the U.S.A. is home of the brave What's so brave about locking a man in a cage with nothing other than time to bottle up his rage There is some who are addicts others who are mentally ill And the answer to the problem when society no longer wants us around send us to a court so a judge can lay us down But that judge is no better than you or me He's just as crooked as any other politician you see If you have the money he'll let you go free But if you're indigent the outcome is the millions of people who are just like me
No. I do not believe in your government never have never will No. I do not support your wars for your greed i will not kill No. I will not sit back and shut up nor play deaf, dumb and blind No. I will not hear what you say you can't corrupt my mind No. I will not teach my children your hate nor will i teach them your lies I can see your true colors through your red, white, and blue disguise No. I will not go to your church nor will i read your bible No. I will not worship your god fake prophets, a book or an idol
At this time; in this place; I genuinely know why the caged bird sings other than being falsely imprisoned, he’s being called N.I.G.G.E.R. of all things... As I give perfect praise to “the most high,” I can only wonder how many more bullets have to fly? How many more of my precious Black and Latino prisoners must die? Before those of us who still dare to be free can remove the blood filled tearz from our eyez. We’ve all been shackled by the same chainz, victimized by the same pain, so... in whose name doez death blossom? I can vividly recall being racially profiled as a juvenile, because as a child I refused to pledge my allegiance to a flag that forced so many of my B.L.A.C.K. Panthers into exile... This beautiful black revolutionary love of mine is God’s design, bottom line... I speak from the perspective of a S.O.U.L.J.A with an objective. Cause being Black in this "white man's worls," justice is often selective. On behalf of the collective, I stand on the front lines. My message to the b.l.a.c.k. man is to fight the power, nourish the seeds and restore our flowers... This form of revolutionary love will never be televized, nor will it be glamorized, because the very essence of this love affair depicts us finally being unified!! Let’z reflect back to the bird in the cage, back to the dehumanization that we endured while naked on the auction blocks and stage... Or picture the 25-50 million Africans that died during the passage that never made it to the grave because it is only through these degrees of pain, horror and terror, can one truly understand the life of a slave... On the strength of those whose lives were gave, that divine sacrifice in turn allowed countless other B.L.A.C.K. lives to be saved!!