In the of God In the of the Ancestors In the Spirit of the Black In the of Assata Shakur We this movement towards freedom For all who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle Yeah, yo, it
There lights and sirens, gunshots firing Cover your as I describe a scene so violent like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain each breath twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot she answered One Panther his life, the other ran for his Scandalous the police were as they kicked and her Comprehension she was beyond, to hold on To life. She thought live with no arm That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, held tight 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, word she got hit "Who the trooper?" they asked her Put mace in her eyes, threatened to her Her raced till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got She got chills, they told her, that's she would be next Hurt wit anger-survival was a reflex They lied and visits from her lawyer But she was building as tried to destroy 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 happen if that of been me? All this shit so we could be free, so dig it,
I'm of Assata, yes to my Love, Assata, yes Your and Pride is beautiful May God bless your
It seemed the middle of the night when the law awakened her Walkie-talkies crackling, I see 'em when taking her Though she knew, made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue Arrived to Middle-sex Prison about six morning as they pushed her to the second 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 people so she forgot how to speak She freedom is a unspoken sound And a wall is a and can be broken down Found peace in the Panthers she went on 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 situation a girl was from her, left to mother the Revolution And to attack hate federal and state was built for a Black fate Her emptiness was filled beatings and court dates They fabricated cases, one would stick And said she robbed places that didn't In the midst of on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark of hate she carried the light I wonder what happen if that would of been me? All of this so we could be free. Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that would f me? All of this 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 Soul
Yo From North her grandmother would bring News she had had a dream Her dreams always meant what they them to mean What made them was the action in between She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in The fact they always came true was the thing had been convicted of a murder she couldna done Medical shown she couldna shot the gun It's time for her to see the sun the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's Time for Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for her to breathe, and not be how or when She the chains and escaped the pain How she broke out of I could never explain And even to day they try to get to her But free with political asylum in Cuba.
I'm thinkin' of Assata, to my Love, Assata, yeah We're molded from the mud, Assata We the same Blood, Assata, yeah power and pride, so beautiful May God bless soul power and pride, so beautiful May God your soul
Freedom! You askin' me about me about freedom? I'll be honest you I know a whole more about what isn't Than what it is, cause I've never been free I can only share my with 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