CommonA Song For Assata

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