TO THE LYNCH MOB

You got my hands in chains.

You got my feet in shackles.

You got my body in a cage.

You want my spirit broken.

You want my mind dismantled.

You want my blood running...

EVERYWHERE

My mind is getting stronger.

My heart is getting bigger.

My consciousness is much deeper.

I hear you Che Guevara.

I hear you Assata Shakur.

I hear you George Jackson...

EVERY DAY

I understand you are weak.

I understand you fear me.

I understand you are...

A COWARD (AN OPPRESSOR!)

Who can never take my spirit.

Who can never take my love.

Who can never take my hope.

Who can never ever break me!!!

D.R.I.V.E.

DEATH Row INNER-COMMUNALIST VANGUARD ENGAGEMENT