Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for Assata

In the of God
In the of the Ancestors
In the Spirit of the Black
In the of Assata Shakur
We make this towards freedom
For all who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah, yo, it

There were and sirens, gunshots firing
Cover your as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open
No room to rest, consumed each breath
twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot she answered
One lost his life, the other ran for his
the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, to hold on
To life. She thought she'd with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, held tight
They moved her room to room-she tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her it bit
Put guns to her head, word she got hit
"Who the trooper?" they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to her
Her mind till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best who got killed
She got chills, they told her, that's she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a
lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was building as they to destroy her
If it wasn't for this German nurse they would of her worse
I read this story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder would happen if that would of been me?
All shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all

I'm of Assata, yes
to my Love, Assata, yes
Your and Pride is beautiful
May God bless your

It seemed like the of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies crackling, I see 'em when they her
she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the and the sky was blue
Arrived to Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second in
A cell, one cot, no window, hell.
Put in the of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seat-less and centipedes
She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to
Two years in a hole. Her soul weak
Away from people so she forgot how to speak
She freedom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be down
Found peace in the Panthers she on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she's lose her
Held tight, knowing the fight would live this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's
Out of this a girl was conceived
from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to hate
Cause and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was with beatings and court dates
They cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that exist
In the midst of threats on her and being caged with Aryan whites
dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that would of me?
All of this so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that f been me?
All of shit so we could be free, so dig it, people

I'm of Assata, yes
to my Love, Assata, yes
Your Power and is beautiful
May God bless Soul

Yo
From North her grandmother would bring
News that she had had a
Her dreams always meant what they them to mean
What made them real was the action in
She dreamt Assata was free in they old house in Queens
The that they always came true was the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna
Medical evidence she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the side
for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be how or when
She untangled the and escaped the pain
How she out of prison I could never explain
And to this day they try to get to her
But free with political asylum in Cuba.

I'm of Assata, yeah
Listen to my Love, Assata,
We're molded the same mud, Assata
We share the same Blood, Assata,
power and pride, so beautiful
May God bless your
Your and pride, so beautiful
May God bless soul

Freedom! You askin' me about
Asking me about
I'll be with you
I know a whole more what freedom isn't
about what it is, cause I've never been free
I can only share my with you of the future
what freedom is
Uh, the way I see it
Freedom is, is the right to grow, is the to blossom
Freedom is is the to be yourself, to be who you are
To be who you want to be, to do you want to do