(Common). In the Spirit of God.. In the Spirit of the Ancestors.. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.. We make this movement towards freedom. for all those who have been oppressed and all those in the struggle.. Yeah. yo check it-. There were lights and sirens gunshots firin. Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent. Seemed like a bad dream she laid in a blood puddle. Blood bubbled in her chest cold air brushed against open flesh. No room to rest pain consumed each breath. Shot twice wit her hands up. Police questioned but shot before she answered. One Panther lost his life the other ran for his. Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her. Comprehension she was beyond tryna hold on. to life. She thought she'd live with no arm. that's what it felt like got to the hospital eyes held tight. They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light. Handcuffed tight to the bed through her skin it bit. Put guns to her head every word she got hit. "Who shot the trooper?" they asked her. Put mace in her eyes threatened to blast her. Her mind raced till things got still. Opened her eyes realized she's next to her best friend who got killed. She got chills they told her: that's where she would be next. Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex. They lied and denied visits from her lawyer. But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her. If it wasn't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse. I read this sister's story knew that it deserved a verse. I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?. All this shit so we could be free so dig it y'all.. (Cee-lo vocals). I'm thinkin' of Assata yes.. Listen to my Love Assata yes.. Your Power and Pride is beautiful.. May God bless your Soul.. (Common). It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her. Walkie-talkies cracklin I see 'em when they takin her. Though she kinda knew. What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue. Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning. Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in. a cell one cot no window facing hell.. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males. And the smell of misery seatless toilets and centipedes. She'd exercise (paint?) and begin to read. Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak. Away from people so long she forgot how to speak. She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound. And a wall is a wall and can be broken down. Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with. One of the brothers she had a child with. The foulness they would feed her hopin she's lose her seed. Held tight knowing the fight would live through this seed. In need of a doctor from her stomach she's bleed. Out of this situation a girl was conceived. Separated from her left to mother the Revolution. And lactated to attack hate. Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate. Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates. They fabricated cases hoping one would stick. And said she robbed places that didn't exist. In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites. Through dark halls of hate she carried the light. I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?. All of this shit so we could be free.. Yeah I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?. All of this shit so we could be free so dig it people-. (Cee-Lo). I'm thinkin' of Assata yeah.. Listen to my Love Assata yeah.. Your Power and Pride so Beautiful.... May God bless your Soul.. Oooh.. (Common). Yo. From North Carolina her grandmother would bring. news that she had had a dream. Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean. What made them real was the action in between. She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens. The fact that they always came true was the thing. Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done. Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun. It's time for her to see the sun from the other side. Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side. Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again. Time for her to breathe and not be told how or when. She untangled the chains and escaped the pain. How she broke out of prison I could never explain. And even to this day they try to get to her. but she's free with political asylum in Cuba.. (Cee-Lo vocals). I'm thinkin' of Assata yeah.. Listen to my Love Assata yeah.. We're molded from the same mud Assata.. We share the same Blood Assata yeah.. Your Power and Pride so Beautiful.... May God bless your Soul.. Your Power and Pride so Beautiful.... May God bless your Soul.. Oooh.. (Assata). Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom?. I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't. than about what it is cause I've never been free.. I can only share my vision with you of the future about what freedom is.. Uhh the way I see it freedom is-- is the right to grow is the right to. blossom.. Freedom is -is the right to be yourself to be who you are. to be who you wanna be to do what you wanna do. (fade out).