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"The song I sing is part of an echo"

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Nov 4 2007 20:16
"The song I sing is part of an echo"

Before this line:

"The foot on my neck is part of a body"

Can't sit still-doing nothing-I can't sit still..I start thinking that I'm cool.

Gotta sit cool-no other wat be sitting.

The two stringed guitar-on the road-two strings on that guitar.

What the eyes see - Mind don't remember.

Not the same as like it was- When the eyes see.

remember?

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Nov 4 2007 22:14
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The song I sing is part of an echo

confused confused

ah, cos you're bouncing off the walls!

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Nov 5 2007 12:59

Nevermind-the insanity is true.

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Nov 5 2007 13:26

well what does it mean eh grin ?

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Nov 6 2007 00:29

Right sure i suppose it's not funny why i say it.

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Nov 23 2007 18:10

i think it can be related to ID cards...that would be the foot on (our ) necks....but...easy to forget that the foot is part of a body...the body being NWO...capitialism....all the rest of it...the struggle....a song...part of a song sung many times years ago..."the song i sing is part of an echo...the foot on my nect is part of a body..."

je ne sais quai..

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Nov 23 2007 18:46

LEFTOVERS -- WHAT IS LEFT

After the bars and the gates
and the degradation,
What is left?

After the lock ins and the lock outs
and the lock ups,
What is left?

I mean, after the chains that get entangled
in the grey of ones matter,
After the bars that get stuck
in the hearts of men and women,
What is left?

After the tears and dissapointments,
After the lonly isolation,
After the cut wrist and the heavy noose,
What is left?

I mean, like, after the commissary kisses
and the get-your-shit-off blues,
After the hustler has been hustled,
What is left?

After the murderburgers and the goon squads
and the tear gas,
After the bulls and the bull pens
and the bull shit,
What is left?

Like, after you know that god
can't be trusted,
After you know that the shrink
is a pusher,
that the word is a whip
and the badge is a bullet,
What is left?

After you know that the dead
are still walking,
After you realise that silence
is talking,
that outside and inside
are just an illusion,
What is left?

I mean, like, where is the sun?
Where are her arms and
where are her kisses?
There are lip-prints on my pillow --
i am seacrching.
What is left?

I mean, like, nothing is standstill
and nothing is abstract.
The wing of a butterfly
can't take flight.
The foot on my neck is part
of a body.
The song that i sing is part
of an echo.
What is left?

I mean, like, love is specific.
Is my mind a machine gun?
Is my heart a hacksaw?
Can i make freedom real? Yeah!
What is left?

I am at the top and bottom
of a lower-archy.
I am an earth lover
from way back.
I am in love with
losers and laughter.
I am in love with
freedom and children.

Love is my sword
and truth is my compass.
What is left?

~[i]Assata Shakur