Kites - Reks

Dear Mumia, wish Obama woulda freed ya

Thought if anyone could see a reason to do it, he would

8 years in Oval Office, not a damn thing for us

It took all us as supporters to ensure that he could

Beat Hillary and Mitt

I admit, I was bamboozled by that hope shit

No shit, shoulda knew better

Whoever take a stance as you did gettin silenced

Met with violence, defyin' your ties to the Panthers, stood as a threat

Voice of the voiceless, let’s not forget

Someone gon' pay that debt, when the cop laid to rest

Judge Sabo tried to fry a nigga, but you a fighter with the fire in ya

a prophet or messiah figure

I’m just writing to ya, knowin there’s still life within ya

You’re off death row, still time’s a killer

Out here these kids is lost and forgotten, the cost is options

But good ideas fall on deaf ears, they’re playing possum

And I know they know you’re innocent

But freedom was gone the minute when

They knew they had you the same way they had Chairman Fred

, Geronimo Pratt

Ratta-tat-tat your soul.

Innocent or no

Doesn’t matter though.

COINTELPRO in control

You gotta go.

I’m just tryna get into the know

Tryna understand

Understand:

These kites I write to breathe life into those lost souls

Boxed in in the box, sitting, downtrodden, rotten, in a world so cold

These kites I write to breathe life in

These kites I write to breathe life in

These kites I write to breathe life into those lost souls

Dylan, why did you kill em?

Why did you enter building while they was praising Jesus?

You turned em into

victims

Somebody in there had to had them a funny feeling, still they accepted you

Knew someone neglected you.

This world gave you the ammunition that you used to

execute

Confederate flags, and fathers in white rags

Teach your children 'bout the great days, KKK

Burnt crosses, hung nooses, taught you this

Hate within, 8'x10', boxed in, nothin' but time

Clutchin' a 9;

clock grim when it tick-tick-tick

And you just wanna hear the trigger click-click-click

Don’t wanna face the judge, face the jury, face the mugs

Of the families you tortured, plans you altered that day you lost it

That day you ruptured foundation, structure

The day they took ya in and you sucked the life outta them out of pure evil

inside

You’re evil inside, that’s where the devil resides

It’s where the trouble began.

Took a look in your eyes

All I saw was emptiness, a whole lotta pain

So I began to scribble this kite, maybe in vain

But I need to understand

I’m just tryna understand

These kites I write to breathe life into those lost souls

Boxed in in the box, sitting, downtrodden, rotten, in a world so cold

These kites I write to breathe life in

These kites I write to breathe life in

These kites I write to breathe life into those lost souls