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a mothers son

from theveland to belfast
a mothers son sits in jail on $100,000 bail
no regrets, just strength and a wish list
where a mothers son won't be sitting on death row
singing a executioners song
where a fathers daughter
isn't looking out a window with bars
at a fence with barbed wire
at a country run by liars
where the pilars of just us
don't crush a brother's lover
don't crush a lover's brother
don't crush a brother's mother
from the ivory coast
to the city of ho chi named mihn
a mothers son starves for justice
and grasps his last wind
a mothers son
a song for the band
a tear for bobby sands
ken seriwiwo
the rosenburgs
echoes for justice ring
from the prisons to the hood to the burbs
a father's daughter
a son's dad
a life sentence no resentment
and jeronimo pratt
sylvia barnidini
peltiar and mumia abu
love life and politics locked up and the bars they see thru
a son's mother
a tear for standing elk
a raised fist caused much trouble
for the incarcerated daughters and sons of struggle
but to bring into light
the flame of a new day the powers that be
try to lock you away!
but the man can't stop
what can't be stopped
can't break what can't be broken
can't kill what can't be killed
and that is the people's will

red guard the outlaw chef
member; urban guerrilla poets

they wanna clearcut his mind
and brainwash his thinking
black like a panther
his ideas are seeping
out to the public with innocent eyes
we know who will win.
due to the color of his skin
dragg his soul thru dirt
isolate his being
but still he stands
fist in the air
natty hair
knowlege is power
his power lies within the truth
free mumia!

o'm
member; urban guerrilla poets

ugp

i am a urban guerrilla poet
i pistol whip shakespear here
escapin a white tornado here
hack thru the dense cobwebs in yo mind
with my machete tounge
askin you to be down for the whole thing
or not to be down for the whole thing
hariet tubman is my mother
mao tse-tung my father
my bed time stories
political power grows outta tha barrell of a gun
and dead men tell no tales
cold truth
so when fear strikes my heart
i won't give up the long mach to freedom
i am a uppity nigga
an instagator of revolution
i am not uncle bens polite nor converted white'
you will not find me in a school
learnin to forget like a fool
i am an unknown x-factor
waitin in tha cut
i'm the sudden noise in a dark alley
that reminds ronald reagan
he once crossed a black panthers path
so i bust from the under ground
and attack ya madison ave pre-programing
with truth
in surround sound!
i represent the life force
that makes a bottle a crazy horse
grab a colt 45
and blast st. ides dead in his crooked I
liberating himself from power master
and i attack back
cuz dead ends finnally granted here in jail
ya mind a cell ya mind a cell!
and i must be outta my mind
to challange the systems programin
and let you know you are not free
deep inside i think you know it
i am a urban guerrilla poet!

papo guerra
member ; urban guerrilla poets

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