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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 19]
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Word! Ask about it, U-N-I-T-Y?


The mentality of tyranny
is a war of psychology via technology,
technically diversified
con-fused like a tie-dye’d
brain is stained with illusion and lies
dispel, rebel, and defy the pail;
head like a bucket, it’s time to chuck it
life on the line - F…K it!

You have an obligation
time to stop duckin’, time to start buckin’
Revolution is bubblin’

Peroxide da line Oxygenate ya mind
We have been deprived all of our lives
given enough scraps to barely survive
I’m feelin a vibe of Free ya mind
its in vogue don’t be so shallow
and the rest will follow
led by the dialectical materialist kind

Now lets begin - power up
equip to it and stick
like Bruce Lee Roy’s chop sockie flick
a sho’ nuff revolutionary kick
Word, it’s a U-N-I-T-Y hit!

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [Security] [ULK Issue 22]
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Malcolm X


Who did what
who called the shot
I just don’t know
all I know is that it shouldn’t have been so
Malcolm should have lived until he was a
thousand years old
or even more
some say it was the COINTELPRO
of that I’m sure
but what made negroes
gun down our hero
and turn around and practice non-violence
towards a savage who threatens our very existence
while Malcolm was plotting a resistance
against the nemesis
these imbeciles was plotting against
the shining prince
they’re worse than Judas
because Judas had a conscience
so he hung himself after his treacherous action
but after the treason
these Judases are still breathing
why don’t they just die
and make us rejoice with joy
non-believers disguised in Black skin
sabotaging the struggle that they don’t believe in
so they use their skin to deceive men

niggas killed Malcolm X
and niggas will probably kill me too

You got to be naive to believe
you can determine friend from foe
just based on skin color alone
and not by the content of the character
I see the niggas
but where my brothers at
Bob Marley said that they sold Marcus Garvey
for rice
Then they ambushed Bob Marley in the night
They say the eyes never lie
but experience tells me that they don’t
always tell the truth

niggas killed Malcolm X
and niggas will probably kill me too

Huey Newton was still an asset
yet slugs put him in his casket
while agent provocateurs
that deserve death
remain in our midst
misfits in positions of leadership
navigating the lives of the less fortunate
the blind leading the blind
now we can’t find our way out
of this maze
that got us trapped
and strapped with gats
that we only aim at Blacks

niggas killed Malcolm X
and niggas will probably kill me too

I’m analyzing this self hatred
wondering why this Black life of mine
ain’t considered sacred
in a blink of an eye
a nigga would lay me dead on the pavement
but if my pigment was white
a nigga would think twice fifty times
before he contemplates homicide
I’ve stared into the eyes of these boys
who claim to be real men
and I’ve seen the fear that paralyzes
that make them throw away their weapon
when the cops hit the intersection
we’re conditioned for submission
so the prisons are full of Blacks
who hate Blacks
and back stab each other
because they’re petrified of the real nemesis
life sentences and these fools
are complacent with just being
jail house celebrities
all is vanity
buy up the commissary
and live good in the penitentiary
while we’re becoming
liabilities to our families
where’s the sanity?

niggas killed Malcolm X
and niggas will probably kill me too

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North Creek

I went from rice and deer meat
To bologna and carrots
Four wheelers and Honda XR motorcycles
To a stinky Bob Barker mattress
Grew up chasing girls and a good time
Still growing up - still doing time
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
To the abolition of classes, the abolition of state power
country music to a dead solitary silence
promising amerikkkan middle class future
To a socialist, communist, bourgeois hater
From a needle to knowledge
Knucklehead to ‘never again’
Sally forth from juvenile detentions, prisons, boot camps
only to come back again. and again. and again.
Used to pine away - love sick puppy
over my ex-girls
Now seeking a socialist revolution
and a non-patriarchy, non-sexist world
Faith in God - Gone - turned atheist
Trust in my country - lost - I hate it!
Belief in the people - found - turned non-escapist
A cause worth dying, for - became - most hated
I stand alone now with a couple of friends
Solitary insane, I’ll not pretend
Basically I’m just a man now with minimal needs
Mouth silent, eyes bloodshot
The sun sets and rises as my tired soul bleeds

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [Florida] [ULK Issue 22]
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Q-Wing


For
the alleged
criminally insane
obsessed, possessed
and repressed
so-called
most “incorrigible”
inmates
protective custody
security risks
where
death awaits
all
those whose warrants
have been signed
if not stayed…
Where
ole’ sparky
(the electric chair)
resides
where men
resist
are brutalized
refuse
to be dehumanized
or
give up control
of their minds
where their
dignity and perspective
in some cases
is relegated
or impaired
to an extreme
appreciation
or acceptance
of the unjust
where some
men are broken
commit suicide
take overdoses
hang themselves

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Add On


I am a universal Builder
Building universally
for in the universe
Be
Allah’s university
Adversity’s not stopping me
Domestically or commercially
for you see
It works for me to come to thee
Righteously
Poetically
In this form
Universally strong
Living right not wrong
Against the norm
For I’ve weathered the storm all along
Builders build
Adding on
To life
Three dimensional existence
Hear me now
Bare witness
I’ve witness’d the relentless
Struggle against this life sentence of persistence
My insistence
To teach the masses resistance
To oppression
Suppression
Mental anguish
Depression
I stopped stressing
Paid attention
Learned to see my struggles as a learned lesson
If not a blessing
For builders which build without question…

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Revolutionary Rising


I’m lock’n loaded, tried, tested;
now proven
revolution is now what,
has ensued.
In the vein of Marx, Lenin, and Mao passed:
first is where the heart is,
the proletariat class!
Try as you might, superior numbers manifest,
In league, with the correct political line.
followers we have. Guns too:
next is political power.
With a massive, intake
of breath;
know it’s the bourgeoisie’s final hour.
Capitalist pigs and imperialist scum,
wiping blood off our boots
as thoughts and feelings
have become numb.
If this is not coming through,
here it is spoken, loud and clear:
“This is a struggle and a fight!”
Either bourgeoisie or proletariat class.
Yours is our life.

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 18]
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Who Is You

Black Champion

From me to you
Look man, y’all crackers need to lay low
‘Cause y’all are fucking with a kid who got knowledge coming
Through pipes like drano
MIM organizing revolution, ’cause that’s what we’re here for
I know y’all didn’t expect to see us blow like c-4
Uplifting the Black folk always been my m.o.
So I don’t ever want to see this movement end
That’s why I move from the middle
Pen in my hand pointed straight for the paper
The white man is the devil, so it’s only right that I target ’im
Yea I’m revolutionary minded, but my body built like a gorilla
So it’s hard to maintain especially when the system against you
Man don’t nobody really understand what we been through
Or how it feel to be locked up in a world where the odds are not with you
A white man kill a black man then everything smooth an’ cool
But let a Black man kill a white man then his blood becomes a pool
Plus these sick muthafuckas might show it on the nine o’clock news
Oscar Grant was murdered in cold blood an’ what did the Amerikkkan justice do?
Beside lettin’ that soft ass officer loose
And they wonder why the new generation move around in a group
An’ never hesitate to shoot
Black tee, black pants an’ some all black boots
We bring Black power to the people just like Huey P. Newton
An’ the Panthers would do
Even Martin Luther King had a dream for me an’ you
He said that only brotherhood an’ unconditional love
Would get us through
A lot of brothers say they are hungry for knowledge,
Then here is your food
They label us a menace because we show an’ prove
The Black kids learn more from the streets then they do the school
The white man call us nigga because we don’t follow his rules
So they lock us up in cages just like the pets in the zoo
So it’s only right that we better ourselves
And learn to stand on our own two
Because in order to build an organization
You have to know who is really you
My brother

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 19]
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Black is Where the Heart is At


Black-on-Black crime,
I see it all the time,
Why come brothers hurting each other,
instead of loving one another?;
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.
Black-on-Black violence,
I see it steadily destroying us,
Why come Black people keep killing each other,
instead of helping and protecting one another?;
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.
Black people betraying themselves and each other,
Always disrespecting, lying, stealing and cheating one another,
Why come brothers can’t work it out?
Psychological warfare, mind control and genocide is what
I’m really talking about;
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.
Brothers not wanting peace and reconciliation,
Only helping the enemy (racism, capitalism, and imperialism) to oppress the Black Nation;
Black love, Black reconciliation and Black redemption is what we work for and need,
Brothers and sisters join in and defeat our enemies.
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.
Black people wake up to what’s really going on,
don’t be deceived by the integrationist song;
In a white capitalist democracy,
A Black minority will never be accepted or treated equal by a white majority.
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.
Black unity, Black pride and Black power is what our ancestors loudly proclaimed,
Let us uphold this legacy and proclaim today the same darn thing;
This is what we owe our ancestors, future generations, ourselves and each other.
True commitment to the Black liberation struggle will allow us to do nothing other;
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.
Divided we fall, together we stand,
Black power and Black nationalism is our true call and demand;
And keep world liberation as our primary goal.
Let those present convey the message to those who are absent,
_______Every Black person ain’t Black,
_______Black is where the heart is at.

Black people, rise and unite!

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 19]
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Class Hatred


Class hatred’s what i’m spewing,
because class hatred’s what they’re doing
“The beginning of all wisdom,”
that’s what Lenin said
The beginning of the end,
that’s what i say.

Take a look around and realize your role
Take a look around and put the shit on hold
Become the vehicle of expression
and make your weight felt
Too much practical knowledge to practically ignore.

Fuck a cop in killa Cali!
Is that all you saying?
Fuck that!
Our histories got much more weight than that!

Power to the People!
And all that good shit
Fair distribution & fuck the land sent!
From each according to his abilities,
to each according to his needs
For a world without oppression,
this is what we should strive for,
this is what we need
This is what we should fight for,
not against each other.

Putting it down on the underground,
above ground
United in a Movement,
a United Front.

Black & Brown, and white too,
if you’re progressive,
for that matter, Black & Brown
if you’re progressive.

Because we can never go nowhere
if we don’t get together
United in a front;
hence progressive.

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 18]
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Down with the Struggle


Hunger of the mind, to educate myself politically;
these pigs can bend me backwards,
but they will never break me.

With the spirit of George Jackson, and the ideas of Mao Tse-Tung;
the heart of Che Guevara,
the revolution’s about to start soon

Don’t think you a gangsta, cuz you killing your brother;
call the next lady a bitch,
but you don’t think of your mother.

You hanging in the streets, gangbanging and busting;
you killing for colors,
that shit is for nothing

You better start waking up, and think outside of the bubble;
join forces with each other,
and throw down with the struggle

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