Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for Assata

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

There were lights and sirens, gunshots
Cover eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, consumed each breath
twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but before she answered
One Panther his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, to hold on
To life. She thought she'd live no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her it bit
Put guns to her head, every she got hit
"Who the trooper?" they asked her
Put in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind till things got still
Opened her eyes, she's next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, told her, that's where she would be next
Hurt wit anger-survival was a reflex
They and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was building as they to destroy her
If it wasn't for this German nurse they of served her worse
I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a
I what would happen if that would of been me?
All this shit so we 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 like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies crackling, I see 'em when taking her
she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was
Arrived to Middle-sex Prison six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the floor in
A cell, one cot, no window, hell.
Put in the of a prison wit all males
And the of misery, seat-less toilets and centipedes
exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years in a hole. Her soul grew
Away from so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be down
Found peace in the she went 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 through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach bleed
Out of situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the
And to attack hate
Cause federal and was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one stick
And she robbed places that didn't exist
In the midst of threats on her and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the
I wonder what happen if that would of been me?
All of shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if 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 your Soul

Yo
From North Carolina her grandmother would
that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they them to mean
What made real was the action in between
She dreamt that was free in they old house in Queens
The fact that they always came was the thing
had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she shot the gun
time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft
for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the
How she broke out of prison I could explain
And to this day they try to get to her
But she's free with political 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 and pride, so beautiful
May God bless soul
Your power and pride, so
May God your soul

Freedom! You me about freedom
Asking me about
be honest with you
I know a whole about what freedom isn't
Than about what it is, cause I've never been
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 right to
is is the right to be yourself, to be who you are
To be who you to be, to do what you want to do