Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Song For Assata, artist - Common. Album song Like Water For Chocolate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MCA
Song language: English
A 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 firin |
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, tryna 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 buildin as they tried to destroy her |
If it wasn’t for this german nurse they woulda served her worse |
I read this sister’s story, knew that it deserved a verse |
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? |
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y’all. |
(Cee-lo vocals) |
I’m thinkin’of Assata, yes. |
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes. |
Your Power and Pride is beautiful. |
May God bless your Soul. |
(Common) |
It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her |
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see 'em when they takin her |
Though she kinda knew, |
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue |
Arrived to Middlesex 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, seatless toilets and centipedes |
She’d exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read |
Two years inna hole. |
Her soul grew weak |
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak |
She discovered frredom 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 woulda been me? |
All of this shit so we could be free. |
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? |
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people- |
(Cee-Lo) |
I’m thinkin’of Assata, yeah. |
Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah. |
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful… |
May God bless your Soul. |
Oooh. |
(Common) |
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. |
(Cee-Lo vocals) |
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. |
Oooh. |
(Assata) |
Freedom! |
You askin me about freedom. |
Askin 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. |
Uhh, 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 wanna be, to do what you wanna do. |
(fade out) |