As I begin my life as a lifer, my life becomes more valuable. Created a cipher with young panthers and propaganda, feeding my soul with history. Fighting my way through misery. Defining myself by reminding myself of epiphany. My self-discipline showing my equability. I stand firm on my life’s principals literally. The blood of George Jackson running through my veins. Blood in my eyes. Blood on my hands from these chains, but I’m still alive. The chance of victory remains. I’m built for this war of oppression; I’m used to the pain. I’m dressed for the weather, whatever, I’m used to the rain. Our blood shed, their blood shed, we’re used to the stains. We show them resistance whenever they provoke violence. We’re militant soldiers with morals and excellent guidance. We show them hearts of steel. We will never be silenced. We know who they are. They don’t have to remind us.
The pain of yesterday is gone. I hold tomorrow in my hands. As I run towards my glory, oppressor catch me if you can. I hope I don’t have to run too far to see what tomorrow has for me.
We need more Assata Shakur’s for this revolution. She stood firm. They tried to set her up for execution. She made them burn!
So why can’t we have another live Angela Davis, Septima Clark, Political female renovation? These women were ready to die without a hesitation, so our children won’t have to die without an education. What’s the real definition of Black liberation? Your answer should be to save the Black Nation. Giovanni wrote it. Such a beautiful poet. Women like Betty Shabaz brought it into class. Michelle Obama shows it. These women were so heroic. They are givers of life, the future and the past, so young Queens keep the dream alive. Keep this in mind; True beauty is in a beautiful mind. If you’ve struggled in the past, leave your troubles behind. Your pain strengthens your thread for tomorrow’s design, so if you’re young and raising your own child alone, this is your song. Don’t be afraid to sing along. Say….
The pain of yesterday is gone. I hold tomorrow in my hands. As I run towards my glory, oppressor catch me if you can. I hope I don’t have to run too far to see what tomorrow has for me.
As long as we are the majority of poverty then obviously the job is not done. You follow me? Don’t honor me. I don’t want the glory. I’m a silent combatant with the same passion of those who came before me. You can tell the story. I wanna live it. So, I practice perfection and study my lessons cause knowledge is pivot. This is it. Who gone get it? Who’s gone stand up? And take the next Malcom X bullet and man up. Sacrifice for the better right, make sure nobody’s left. If you don’t come with me, I’ll do it myself. Uplift our communities, increase Black wealth. We must teach ourselves about ourselves because if we don’t listen and we play deaf, the belly of the beast gone swallow us up till nobody’s left. Sometimes I feel like I’m just wasting my breath especially when I see brothers killing themselves. They’re killing me to cause when it’s all said and done. When we free ourselves, that’s when we’ve won.
The pain of yesterday is gone. I hold tomorrow in my hands. As I run towards my glory, oppressor catch me if you can. I hope I don’t have to run too far to see what tomorrow has for me.