Maximum Impact ~Police Assasinations~

Dedicated to Freedom

Tell me why we aren't rioting
across this whole GOD DAMNED country right now.

The let it slide generation will let it slide again.
We'll make a hit song and a movie then hold hands
and sing kumbya my lord together right?

It ain't like we don't do the same damn thing every time.
Let it slide, make songs and poetry
then wait for the next person to die so we can have another reason
to write Hollywood screenplays.

I've had enough of this bullshit.

How much more can we take?

Are we sheep to be led to the slaughter
with no complaint?

One day soon it'll be your kid

Nobody is safe

Except them. The enemy.

Do something god damn it!

These monsters are murdering us in cold blood and walking away clean
because we let them judge themselves!

Tell me. What is the price of freedom?

Honestly. I doubt if any of you really do shit
except let it slide. read poetry, sing songs
and take your oppressor to a court he himself judges.

because your afraid you'll be next if you do something about it.

And you are next. No one is safe.
Man woman or child.
White black, red, yellow or brown.

The only question is how may shots will you take to die?
Find out in the next made for tv movie about your own death.

Don't believe the hype.
Only we can stop this.
No courts, no lawyers.
Justice will be just us.

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Dedicated To Justice
Max Parthas

Excuse me,
but perhaps you didn't know...
that was my child that you shot down in cold blood.
Now I realize that it may not mean much to you,
but he was my life...
my soul;
He was the one piece of the puzzle
that made me whole.

Excuse me,
but perhaps you didn't know...
that was my child that you shot down in cold blood.
he was a gifted child...
A child destined to go great places and do great things.
You may not have noticed
but he was a bright child...
a sensitive child...
He was a child left lying in the gutter!
He was my son,
My baby...
He was the culmination of the love shared
between his mother and I...
And you took him away...
Violently destroying his life!

So excuse me -
if I choose not to respect the uniform
that you wear so dishonorably...
Excuse me -
if I distrust the disarming smile on your face;
Excuse me -
If your actions on behalf of the 'community'
go unacknowledged.
You stole my life...
My blood...
My legacy!
Your badge of honor
has become a badge of shame...
Your pride in duty
has become a deed of betrayal.
My child had a name,
He had hopes and dreams...
Remember him...
Remember me....
Because you may rest assured
that I'll remember you!

Youth…
I used to know you.
You were our prime at one time.
The ones with heart to spare
Love to give
Vengeance to deliver
Charges to guard
Futures to prepare for
Plans to make
People to meet
And places to go.
And so
That's why I say,
I used to know you.

I saw you stand against tanks and be slain
in a Chinese college square,
for what you thought was right.
You threw a revolutionary party called Woodstock that lasted 40 years.
And it seemed like everyone was there.
Free love fought the power with a flower and a joint
And you stood up against any odds
Just to make a point.
When the WTO would show to show that they owned the show
From all over the world your get up and get made you get up and go.
Save the forest
Feed the children
Stop the war
Protect the earth
Give the power to the people,
And even free Willy.
And none of it felt silly
No, not then and not really.
I would smile at your audacity
When the guardian angels would step to a crime scene
like a neighborhood watch poppin Back Panther caps
From a million men marching on a mission.
So where are they now?

Youth…
I used to know you.
You went from following idols with a cause
To worshipping them just because.
Is it cause…

Martin's message got mixed up with Marshal Mathers music
And what mattered in the message got missed?
Or did it happen when
Malcolm was made into a movie that mocked the mans mission
Leaving only an X to mark a spot for Denzel to meet an Oscar?

Maybe Ali was more than Will could make real on a reel to reel.
On the real.
Where's the men and women of the Harlem Renaissance
Who wrote realism with a rhythm that rated remembrance?
Retract that.
I already heard.
You can find them in the club with a bottle full of bub
Big pimpin, up in NYC,
Making the girls go wild on a spring break.
Why not?
Money aint a thing where the players play
And to not do it for a big ass check is just ludicrous.
Might as well get crumped at a def jam
Even if it has got some pretty shady records
After all;
It's all about the Benjamin's right?
You've been desensitized
Disillusioned
Degraded
Tossed into a pit of despair
Disenchanted, dishonored
Then dismissed like you weren't even there.
Known as a fact
That white brown red yellow or black
They won't fight back
"Right?"
Youth…
I used to know you.

Might be that 20 inch spinning rims
Won't mislead the men we depend on.
And my baby's momma might be more than a ho'
Mayhap you'll forego the fiesta to feast on something with more meat.
Retrace the retreat and retrieve respect lost along the way.
Have something to say that will make em love you like they loved Pac.
Wouldn't that be hot?
Or maybe not.

You've got what it takes to stop being slaves.
the heart, soul and need
to cross the land, sea
and air….waves.
Unless you forgot
Freedom was being fought for on an underground railroad
long before A tale of two towers tragedy turned truth into treason.
I'm sure you could find a reason.
There's plenty of causes
We just need rebels who aren't riddled with ridilin
Or dependant on a dopes dopamine rush.
Kids who aren't cattle
And men who are ready to battle
A beast that made flunkies out of monkeys.
And didn't need to do it on the hush.
It @#%$ you right in the face.
Adding much to our dis-grace

Easy to keep it real when it don't get no realer.
But hard to show your cards
When you don't trust the dealer.
Swift hands shuffling marked cards
and calling it fates finicky whim that is stressing you.
but who created the rules and tools for bamboozled fools
To use the same damned system that is oppressing you?
I wish I could express to you, how
Sinister ciphers cycles are set up to keep Willy lynched
While Little baby Jimmy eats crow.
Didn't you know?
I guess the answer is no.
So…

Look at Riesman. He?s smiling for god?s sake.
Holding his piece just like they taught him in the academy.

And Jeffries is hiding behind the car. I can see the tears in his eyes.
He must be feeling like me.
This is the third time in a week that someone had to unload from our dep?t.

The poor guy is DOWN! Don?t they see it?!
That damn Jackson just loves this.
He?s the one the Internal investigations were asking about.
Nobody knew anything. At least they wouldn?t break the blue wall.

I don?t want to watch this. But they?ll treat me like a disease if I drop my stance.
I?m looking down my barrel at an execution.
Lord please forgive me.
There?s nothing I can do now. It?s too late.

Kerstin?s just having a phukin ball with that 12 gauge.
He?s the same bastard that had something to do with that bribe situation on 87th St.
Taking a payoff to look away as the Italians set up a numbers joint.

How am I going to look my kids in the eyes knowing I had a part in this?
I?m black and so are they. Is this going to happen to them one day?
Please God show me the way?

8 years to retirement 8, years to retirement, 8 years to retirement.
That?s what jimmy did to get by. Maybe it will work for me.
8 years till retirement.