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Revolutionary Discourse

Its a hardknock life blood,
as we struggle to find liberation in a land that don't belong to us.
Through decades of national oppression,
poverty at the hands of capitalist institutions.
Yet we remain, and seem content,
dying to protect rights that aren't even ours.
How long must we be the fools while they rock us to sleep,
pacifying us with equal rights promises that they won't keep?
I'm fed up! I want my freedom!
While Black scholars and Black politicians debate,
while racist institutions and television raise your children,
I'ma be Bangin' for Revolution,
I get it poppin' and keep my eyes on the prize duke,
no longer willin' to kill a brother just 'cause his flag is blue,
or black.
I'm just fighting to get my freedom back,
to re-educate our children and get the love of a people back.
Yeah, I was born in the "land of the free,"
but they ain't free me.
The made me a victim of systems and poverty.
It's just how the story reads,
stolen from Afrika, brought to Amerikkka to see my people bleed.
And though we seem to have overcome the obstacles of slavery,
we still find ourselves fighting for justice and equality.
The emancipation proclamation was a formality
to extort proletariats in a capitalist society
LEGALLY.
But you don't believe,
you're still reaching for the Amerikkkan dream,
while they exterminate our species.
But you blame me, because I castigate those
who disagree that this life in the west is the life to oppose.
You're either friend or foe in this war for freedom,
Justice and equality, this war for revolution.
I'm fueled by 400 years of rage
for those who couldn't escape, and hence were made slaves.
I'm fueled by the contradictions of a Black nation,
who talks tha talk but contributes to our indoctrination of Black self-hate.
I'm fueled by the blood, sweat, and tears
spilled by a people in a foreign land just trying to live.
I'm fueled by the catastrophes of a history we can't shake off,
because we've been indoctrinated with the will to be lost.
But I want freedom!
And I won't stop until this government falls.
Grab every branch of government by the balls,
and scream FREEDOM!
And we can't stop until our people are free.
Unite the souls of oppressed people and sing,
We want freedom!

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 47]
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Caught Up in the White Man's Noose

Caught in da white man's noose
I'm struggling like a lion, gotta fight to get loose.
Boom!
Hear the gun blast, I hit the ground with a gasp
and now I feel a strong hand on my back
I'm pulled up, stood up and spoke to like a friend.
I turn around to see a man who was once an enemy
with the smile of amends.
I thought "for sure this is the end"
cuz in the beginning it was flag against flag, us against them.
I braced myself when I saw him raise a handgun from his waist.
I thought "damn son its your time to be erased,"
so I kept a poker face
and waited for death to overtake.
He handed me the gun and loosened the rope around my neck.
Is he crazy? "nigga don't you know I can blast you in yo chest" I said
"Well comrade don't you think if I wanted you dead,
I would've never fired lead through that thread?"
I stood there confused, is this the truth, a truce?
He said "listen man, wake up and see the light.
It ain't a war between me and you, that realization is overdue.
It's a war against these pigs oppressing me and you."
I now see the truth.
It ain't about your flag, my flag.
Its about a united front for peace in the streets.
Independence, liberation, revolution,
free me!
As well as us from being brainwashed, preprogrammed,
and stuck in a life with no quest for the truth.
Damn I was caught up in this white man's noose
and it took my enemy in the street to cut me loose
and show me the truth
and when I get that white man who hung me...
Boom!!


Abysmal love to all y'all united for peace from the
abysmal ghost guerilla mafia nation

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [ULK Issue 49]
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The Awaken


Rising from the ashes like a phoenix
Emancipated from the fetters of oppression
O, the beauty of freedom!
Imperialism is the absolute adversary
And capitalism the daunting sin
I was branded a rebel
Because of my revolutionary stance
This was a nightmare
From which my only escape
Was to awaken

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Embrace


I ask that you embrace
the tides of the times
we are no longer confined
with binds on the mind
once we embrace
united front, scientific thought
and study for line
the long arm of imperialism
is no longer strong
when through theory and practice
we arrive at the decision
to take up arms
which is a must
if we are to defeat
imperialism's parasitic lust
with too much greed
we fail to heed
even the most basic of humyn needs
so turn the tides of the times
study correct line
and overthrow imperialism
hystory is on our side

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[Abuse] [Rhymes/Poetry]
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Overcome


Cowards will hit you when you're in chains.
Anger fits you, coursing through your veins.
Inflicting violence when you can't fight back.
Demanding silence or the charges will stack.
Stop resisting, I've got mace!
Was sleeping, now on your face.
Throwing grenades when you are unarmed and compliant.
Snitches, puppets and police can't take down a giant.
Most are grimy, with much snake in their blood.
The rest, evil flowers beginning to bud.
Giving us bad water and rotten food.
What the hell put them in such a bad mood?
Don't think they can get the cuffs any tighter.
Of course they will have to chain up a fighter.
Excuse me, I've done nothing wrong, sir.
Under his saddle must be a burr.
Getting sprayed after being cuffed.
Wearing a badge must make them tough.
Everyone should apply a little resistance.
Make the pigs call "Officer in need of assistance."
Like a martye against ten, maybe more or less.
Just give as much as you take, simply do your best.

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Serious Ideal


Sister China
1949
Chairman Mao caught her eye
Imperialism reigns
But soon will fall
Socialism will rise
And prevail
Hammer in hand
The vanguard will swing
The capitalist pig will be nailed
The lumpen will grow its wings
We stand and fight
Instead of flight
Until the proletariat is finally free

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [Stiles Unit] [Texas]
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A lie ain't nothing for the state of Texas to Tell


Sitting in a Texas Pen
Fed like it's 1908
For we are given skimpy trays
So we have to lick the plate

They try to say we are well fed
I tell you that's a lie
Tortillas to hide our scrambled eggs
Make grown men want to cry

One hot dog on our largest part
Slot two slices of bread
The last three slots will stop your heart
So you might just wake up dead

I've eaten better homeless
And I'm not too proud to say
I've had more food out of dumpsters
Then what Stiles puts on your tray

I came here weighing 222
I now weigh 151
The only way that I'll get more food
Annie get your gun

No these are not my greatest words
But I'm about the starve to death
I've seen people feed more to birds
But in Texas, I'm out of breath

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Resistance


Resistance
is protracted struggle
When the goal is to
eradicate imperialism
the elite don't want
to budge

Force is a necessary tool
use it when
the people are ready

We will know they
are ready because
they will see
the weakness of
the regime

Whose arms are
extended
beyond retreat

Imperialism
is dying…

Fed up?
Get on ya feet!

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Are We There Yet?

MIM theory has made me
a scientist
previously I wanted to Attack Now!
but I'm no longer anxious
in order to make a move
the times must be right,
but the times won't be unless we study
analyze - stop the bickering and unite
so lace your boots and recruit
turn your cell into
a scientific study group booth
our clip is fully loaded
our day will come
but right now it's time to get ready for it

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I Wanna Believe

I wanna believe that education is more valuable than incarceration, but it's hard when prison yard outnumber campus quads in every state across the nation.
I wanna believe....
I wanna believe that black lives matter to all and not just the blacks who live it, but I can't erase the vision of black men murdered by white police with no punishment because their families' pain is so vivid.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that confederate flags don't represent real oppression and race hatred, that we as a people can rise above the stereotypes that we perpetuate to keep us from becoming wasted.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that we can open our eyes and recognize the Kings and Queens that Africa birthed, surviving this genocide with pride and living out the prize of realized and mastered worth.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that my people didn't hang from trees and get sold on blocks, that our babies' heads weren't stomped while slave masters prayed to God not to let their savage souls rot.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that we only do drugs to escape a reality too hard to accept, and that it's deeper than just a high when you've lived your whole life with neglect and a heart full of regret.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that times have changed and life isn't only getting worse, but a white man just took a .45 and murdered nine people praying inside a historically black church.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that kids can live free without the fear of being shot while coming home from school, that we can teach our babies something more useful than "hands up, don't shoot" rule.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that being in a gang means more than flagging a color and throwing signs, that we know the foundation was to oppression and stand for our communities not to show that we're blind.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that the brothers behind the wall are doing more than getting high, playing ball and lifting weights, and that they spend more time studying the law trying to see how many loopholes exist in their case.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that losing another brother only helped to make me stronger, that every struggle I've faced and conquered has left me with lessons that I can embrace a little longer.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that when I'm done my words will forever rest in your hearts, and that if you hear my pain and sincerity I've done my part.
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe, I really do, but I've never had a reason to,
so to me believing is deceiving
and if I believe I'm afraid I'll begin to grieve anew,
belief is faith and faith is hope
while hope is something I've never really had,
so if I hope and believe in faith
how do I know I'll never again be sad?
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe...
I wanna believe that love is something we can all achieve, and I really want love but even more than that I just wanna believe!!

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