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 Spirit of Assata
We make this towards freedom
For all those who been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah, yo, it

There were and sirens, gunshots firing
Cover your eyes as I a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed breath
Shot twice wit her up
Police questioned but before she answered
One Panther his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and her
she was beyond, tryin' to hold on
To life. She thought she'd live no arm
what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could by the light
tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, word she got hit
"Who the trooper?" they asked her
Put in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best 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 tried to her
If it wasn't for this German nurse they of served her worse
I read this sister's story, that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would 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 Power and Pride is
May God your Soul

It seemed the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies crackling, I see 'em they taking her
Though she knew,
What the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middle-sex Prison about six 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 smell of misery, seat-less and centipedes
She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to
Two years in a hole. Her grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to
She discovered freedom is a unspoken
And a wall is a wall and can be broken
Found peace in the she went on trial with
One of the she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live this seed
In need of a doctor, from her she's bleed
Out of this situation a was conceived
from her, left to mother the Revolution
And to attack hate
federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, one would stick
And she robbed places that didn't exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with whites
Through dark halls of she carried the light
I wonder what would if that would of been me?
All of shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that would f me?
All of this shit so we be free, so dig it, people

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

Yo
From Carolina her grandmother would bring
News she had had a dream
Her always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was the in between
She dreamt that Assata was free in old house in Queens
The fact that they always true was the thing
had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the side
Time for her to be by her mother's 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 the pain
How she broke out of I could never explain
And even to day they try to get to her
But she's free with asylum in Cuba.

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

Freedom! You askin' me about
me about freedom?
I'll be honest you
I a whole more about what freedom isn't
about what it is, cause I've never been free
I can only share my vision you of the future
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