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