Through steel walls. Your voice is blastin' on. True rebel my brother Mumia. I reflect upon. You be tha spark. That set all tha prairie fires on. Make tha masses a mastodon path. To trample tha fascists on. At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine. With boots and mad guns. They tried to pacify you young. Cause and effect. Smell tha smoke and tha breeze. My panther my brother. we are at war until you're free. You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless. You see the powerful got nervous. Cause he refused to be their servant. 'Cause he spit truth. That shook heads. And burned like black churches. Prose and verses. At million poor in hearses. Watch tha decision of Dred Scott. As it reserves. So long as tha rope. Is tight around Mumia's neck. Let there be no rich white life. We bound to respect. Cause and effect. Can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze. My panther my brother we are at war until you're free. You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless. And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through. But this little brother's watching you too.