Honor To Heuy Newton You bound and gagged me like I wasn’t a man Under the hypocritical oath of justice, all black men Don’t wear shades, I sit upon 8/11 cage, smoking my self To death, my brothers that left behind me, NIGG****** do not give a dam about freedom of his roots. I sing revolution from my grave, Never understanding the constitutions of my brothers who just didn’t give a dam, I sit await the black hearse, My last rights who gives a dam. I fought a revolution that my My brothers be free, just like Judas who plan the death of a King. When will my brothers and sisters get it right, I sit upon the skies and watch my brothers kill self, talking about a revolution; when they don’t give a dam about self. Cracked out , FU**—out, crying down; with the bit—that gave them life. I set upon the clouds, put my gun to my head, I was ready to blow my head off, in the name of Revolution, for the spineless men, who didn’t want to pick up the flag. Mr . Charlie has snuck through the back door. Field Nigg****** that hide behind the strength of black men. Sisters who refuse to link; too the coming of change. Psychological Revolution a hypnotic trance; Blackman Justice died when the N****** burned the flag. Hate me be me hero is nothing but a sandwich. If you do not love, your brothers and sisters do not wave the flag. Countless brothers who gave up The screams of disbelief; the seeds of the future covered with rusted subdue. Linked to the slave ship minds that refuse to release. The unfamiliar minds, the chains of the pass, ancestors turn one by one. Death they scream in vein. Genocide the back door of thieves, chains that smothers the mind in disbelief, Under, the darkness of the hood; a corporals iron that clad the whip; Revolution that never balance, the scrap dealer the future and tomorrow. Believing in an iron brace, which squeeze the mind even when man is asleep. The cotton that grows upon the doors, colors of hate, black baby, red bone The stool shall be the eye holder of the want to be slave master; Separation a people, who is two dam stupid, to pick up the torch. Hidden behind the Grungy, spiced up weed, white power that smothers the mind. The link to the chains; The battle grounds of the hoods, public administration sings we are the living dead, kill my brother the sounds of the smoking Gun Dark alleys a culture without pride, playing the death drums. Poetic nightmares that don’t even give a dam; The pig feet and collar greens, aroma float through the kitchen windows as the guns go off. Sisters that refuse to link living in cloud of instant death, perpetrating a fraud, Screaming we are one. Looking down on her sisters, with slave master eyes, all for self, who are you where is my sister? Dreads upon her head, masquerading as a sister in my the sacred dreads, Who are you that comes with the locks of my King, claming to be my brother, as I turn my back you shoot me dead. Pimping ministers, thank you Jesus devils who is your King? There is more than sugar coated words. The revolution was about sacrifice giving love, under know means to break the code of unity. Revolution is sealed in a book. Blackman justice shall not be dictated by another man are being. When a man began to plead for freedom, from another man; he emancipate his self; as a want to be slave; The will to be free is a gift from God. There will be no back door front door, In the 21th Century are neither shall it ever happen in this world order crucial moments awaits, Nationalities need no permission from another man. To classify him as a man; Loyalty to God is freedom. A slave is a man who is a better man dead; than live in clutches of another man. Knowledge is vain humility shall be sustained. All nigg… talk about is fu..this..fu…that Every word is latch between their crouch, what is revolution? cowards hiding behind the red, black, and green, gang banging, dope sniffing, holy than thou whores, pimping in the name of blackness, Supremacy holds hostage the soul of a man who is submissive to another’s mans demands; A dead man without a soul. This game call reverse psychology is a myth that the devils used, to formulate a stereotype theme. Slavery was only for a few who were in strange place of land. The critique of society plays its games. Psychological abuse, that tames an conquer the self esteem of a man. Ain't go be no change until ignorance is dead My brother’s and sisters what color is your mask? Racism Institutional structure as law, social instruments, within the lines of humanity dictates are determines what black men an women should be; An what they cant do in society. It’s a fool who will aloud another man to dictate there fate. A man of vindictiveness will only, exploit, ridicule, terrorize an undermined, to destroy another man for his own self gratifications, nigg…repeat the same script Brother against Brother, after the Prophet Died, A drug call power, has killed the family pride Some the fertilize souls, Some who sit in the power of authority Ejaculation an hypocrisies Living in a cocoon without the clue to lead. Rolling and Ravings as the night began Hiding behind the tom, tom’s theories truth must not be told.