Every night I dream the po-po trying to murder me. Visions of my love ones calling 911 emergency. They gave us scraps and crumbs and I made it work for me. So if they come back to kill me, I know it was just business dawg. I’ll never take it personally.

They are not afraid of the individual. They are afraid of us together. Look upon my face let it be a reminder that you will not find peace laying down on your back, or on your knees.. You’ll find it on your feet, with your eyes looking up and out.

You can kill a revolutionary, but you cannot kill a revolution.

Now please remove the blood from their eyes. Before it blinds them