In the of God In the of the Ancestors In the Spirit of the Panthers In the of Assata Shakur We make this towards freedom For all those who have been oppressed, and all in the struggle Yeah, yo, it
were lights and sirens, gunshots firing Cover your as I describe 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, consumed each breath twice wit her hands up Police questioned but before she answered One Panther his life, the other ran for his the police were as they kicked and beat her Comprehension she was beyond, tryin' to on To life. She she'd live with no arm That's it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight They moved her room to room-she could 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 in her eyes, threatened to blast her Her mind till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her friend who got killed She got chills, they told her, that's where she would be mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex They and denied visits from her lawyer But she was as they tried to destroy her If it wasn't for this German nurse would of served her worse I read this sister's story, that it deserved a verse I wonder would happen if that 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 bless your
It seemed like the middle of the when the law awakened her Walkie-talkies crackling, I see 'em they taking her she kinda knew, What the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue to Middle-sex Prison about 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 people so long 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 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 through this seed In need of a doctor, from her she's bleed Out of situation a girl was conceived Separated her, left to mother the Revolution And to attack hate Cause federal and state was for a Black fate Her emptiness was with beatings and court dates They fabricated cases, hoping one stick And said she robbed places that didn't In the midst of on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark halls of hate she the light I wonder what would happen if that would of me? All of this shit so we 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 Power and is beautiful May God bless your
Yo From North Carolina her would bring that she had had a dream Her dreams always meant what they them to mean What them 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 Assata had convicted of a murder she couldna done Medical evidence she couldna shot the gun time for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's Time for this Beautiful to become soft again for her to breathe, and not be told how or when She untangled the chains and escaped the How she out of prison I could never explain And even to day they try to get to her But she's free political asylum in Cuba.
I'm of Assata, yeah to my Love, Assata, yeah We're molded the same mud, Assata We share the same Blood, Assata, Your and pride, so beautiful May God bless your power and pride, so beautiful May God your soul
Freedom! You askin' me freedom Asking me freedom? I'll be with you I know a whole more about what freedom Than about what it is, cause 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 you want to do