Exile - Dedicated to Assata Shakur

[BlackBodyGuard]

Exile
Dedicated to Assata Shakur

I would rather die in exile
Than live with your politics
Sleep under Marxist skies
And march with the red star communists

Amerikkka, your days are coming

Peace and blessings to the brothers
The real panthers
Whose act of courage
Spoke more than words
Whose reach spanned beyond
The reach of the racist white world

Amerikkka, your days are coming

I would rather die in exile
Than live a minority in amerikkka
I would rather walk with the people of the República de Cuba
I would rather drink the sweet nectar of the fruta bomba

My innocence is no longer a question of truth or lies
I have come to reason that Amerikkka could never be my home
That it is here in the Spanish soils of Cuba
That I will die and my body should lie

I did not mean to run away from the Black struggle
But I have stood for more here
Than I ever could there
I remain a fighting souljah
Struggling for a freedom
That may never come
In this life

Amerikkka, your days are coming

I would rather die in exile
Than live a prisoner of your hate
I would rather be the voice of freedom
I would rather be Assata Shakur
Who from amerikkka I did escape

[Jalili]

Great work