During the night of darkness, between da midst of a storm, there stood a warrior, thus a gangster in rare form. Black as soot, skin such a beautiful hue, he lived by da five, da almightly Damu. Constructed by struggles, created in poverty, da soul of realness with my komrades behind me. Standing firm for da cause, fighting through da oppression, 2 hearts, 1 soul. Liberation's my mission. Understand my position, don't judge me by my structure, comprehend my motives, it's filled with more than corruption. I live for my brothers and I'll die for my family, never slow to take a stand, for my love is my loyalty. To conquer all that's in my way, to rebuild my broken destiny, too far from reality, my ambition ran empty, such strength that's unbreakable. I'll fight to the end, I was born against da odds, da undisputed champion.
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's law 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 for that which we don't need We fail to heed even the most basic of humyn needs As the Third World suffers because of our greed So turn the tides of the times Study for line and overthrow imperialism... Hystory is on our side.
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