In the of God In the of the Ancestors In the Spirit of the Black In the of Assata Shakur We make this movement towards For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the Yeah, yo, it
There lights and sirens, gunshots firing Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so Seemed a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against flesh No room to rest, pain consumed breath Shot twice wit her up Police but shot before she answered One Panther his life, the other ran for his Scandalous the police as they kicked and beat her Comprehension she was beyond, tryin' to on To life. She thought live with no arm That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, held tight They moved her to room-she could tell by the light Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her it bit Put guns to her head, every she got hit "Who shot the trooper?" they her Put in her eyes, threatened to blast her Her mind till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's to her best friend who got killed She got chills, they told her, where she would be next mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex They lied and denied from her lawyer But she was building as they to destroy her If it wasn't for this German nurse they would of served her I read this sister's story, knew that it a verse I wonder what would happen if would of been me? All this 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 your Soul
It seemed like the middle of the night 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 Middle-sex Prison six inna morning Uneasy as pushed her to the second floor in A cell, one cot, no window, hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all And the smell of misery, toilets and centipedes exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read Two in a hole. Her soul grew weak Away from people so long she how to speak She discovered freedom is a sound And a is a wall and can be broken down Found peace in the Panthers she went on with One of the brothers she had a child The they would feed her, hopin she's lose her seed Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this In need of a doctor, from her she's bleed Out of this situation a girl was Separated from her, to mother the Revolution And lactated to hate Cause federal and was built for a Black fate Her was filled with beatings and court dates They fabricated cases, hoping one would And she robbed places that didn't exist In the midst of threats on her and being caged with Aryan whites dark halls of hate she carried the light I wonder would happen if that would of been me? All of shit so we could be free. Yeah, I often what would happen if that would 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 and Pride is beautiful May God bless your
Yo From North Carolina her grandmother bring News that she had had a Her dreams always meant what needed them to mean What made real was the action in between She dreamt that Assata was in they old house in Queens The fact that they always came was the thing Assata had been convicted of a murder she done Medical evidence shown she couldna the gun It's for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her side for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or She untangled the chains and the pain How she out of prison I could never explain And even to day they try to get to her But free with political asylum in Cuba.
I'm of Assata, yeah to my Love, Assata, yeah We're from the same mud, Assata We share the Blood, Assata, yeah Your power and pride, so May God bless soul Your power and pride, so May God bless soul
Freedom! You me about freedom Asking me freedom? be honest with you I know a whole more about what isn't Than about what it is, cause I've never been I can only share my vision with you of the About what is Uh, the way I see it is, is the right to grow, is the right to blossom Freedom is is the to be yourself, to be who you are To be who you want to be, to do what you to do