This tracks breath of life comes from Kwame Ture (June 29, 1941 – November 15, 1998), also known as Stokely Carmichael. It was written shortly after the Sean Bell shooting incident took place in the New York City borough of Queens, New York, United States on November 25, 2006, when three men were shot a total of fifty times by a team of both plainclothes and undercover NYPD officers, killing one of the men, Sean Bell, on the morning after his bachelor party, and severely wounding two of his friends. I was also fighting for the lives of a number of my comrades on death row who had set execution dates in the state of Texas protesting on the streets in front of the prison. This track touches on the string of school shootings reflecting frustrations from many angles while using actual quotes from prisoners letters written from death row. It also reflects how I feel deep down in my heart and soul. For many the words that make up this song are difficult to accept, but yet the truth always is. This is a reflection of decades of struggle and a call to the people to resist.
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Resistance
Fuck the system, I'm down for resistance
fuck talking revolution, yo handle ya business
I'm armed with the truth, and I'm taking position
high powered ammunition, I'm even hittin innocent victims
cause cops is murdering now, just for suspicion
21 shots, 29 more to scare off witnesses
bitches grab ya crucifixes, I'm spittin Holy Scriptures
slittin my wrists wit scissors, and painting bloody pictures
coming from the trenches, straight from the front lines
where streets is booby trapped, with trip wires and land mines
Percentage rates is high, for your ass to serve time
man I'll go out like a trooper, before I go down for the third time
who blasts nines? I'm building up a regiment
fuck being legitimate, and mutha fuck a president
I'm spittin pestilence, every word is relevant
Standing here defiant, till I go out just like Malcolm did
(Hook)
If they ain't out to murder us, dogg they're out to lock us down
don't care where ya from, Big city, small town
they'll put you underground, in an early grave
or ship ya ass up state, bound in chains like a slave
If they ain't out to murder us, they're out to lock us down
don't care where ya from, Big city, small town
they'll lock you in a cage, for your whole fucking existence
I'm slippin the clips in, this here's resistance
I stand for the condemned, those who struggles see no end
for the less fortunate, who see death as an option
for the forgotten, locked in solitary confinement
for those struggling, in hostile environments
raised up in tenements, that be looking more like prisons
racial division, is clear and in my vision
but they got ya'll dumbed up, with your eyes glued to your televisions
this world we live in, is cold and unforgiving
then we wonder why our children, be attacking they own school buildings
multiple killings, just means profits in millions
this whole Judicial system, milks tax payers for billions
even false convictions, fattens up their pensions
man it's the politicians that deserve lethal ejections
I pray God takes His vengeance, or I'll just take mines
create rhymes that rape minds, to take up and bare 9's
an make front page headlines, just like mutha fucken hate crimes
(Hook)
I'm tired it's evident, from two decades of decadence
lack of dead presidents, and a decent place of residence
I tried to stay legitimate, tired of imprisonment
but I'm an ex-convict, and you all know the statistics
lets kick the logistics, you know the percentages
one in every four, are serving mandatory sentences
pact up prisons means higher profit percentages
man they don't give a fuck, they'll even lock down their own relatives
what Rockefeller did, is still affecting us
no one is protecting us, so I'm seeking an exodus
effected by their prejudice, born a criminal
wanted dead or alive since I was cut from the umbilical
it's all political, just look at the evidence
revolution is our hope, sorry not no Black president
they're trying to keep us ignorant, trying to keep us silent
I speak truth, but they say that I'm promoting violence
Capital X is an internationally known Human/Prisoners Rights Activist/Death Penalty Opponent, Hiphop
Advocate/Educator/Artist and self proclaimed Voice of the Voiceless from Brooklyn, New York. He now resides in Nodeland, Norway where he migrated to 2010....more
