"The mark of an immature man is that he would die knobly for a cause. The mark of a mature man is that he would live humbly for one" - Catcher in the Rye -WARNING WRITER SPELLING CHALLENGED! But Sometimes you have to say "what the fuck!"

Friday, November 12, 2004

*If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?* ~Im a Lynyrd Skynyd Free Bird~



I don't know where I'm going But, I sure know where I've been
I grew up here in Bremerton Washington. Bremerton is a military town, an hour away from Seattle. A town full of gun shops, tattoo parlors, churches, and Douglas Fir trees that seem to go for miles. I went to school with the same kids from pre-school to high school, the same faces, same reputations, and same old shit. Growing up depressed and feeling like an outsider, I always dreamed of my escape. I found it in the form of a teenage pregnancy, and subsequent shotgun marriage. My young husband had recently joined the navy, so off we went to Okinawa. The first time I had to say goodbye to this place. Goodbyes are never easy for me, I really don’t like them, and prefer to leave quietly…like a thief in the night.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again" Tom Petty

Gyp´sy Pronunciation: jĭp´sŷ
n. 1. One of a vagabond race, whose tribes, coming originally from India, entered Europe in the 14th or 15th century, and are now scattered over Turkey, Russia, Hungary, Spain, England, etc., living by theft, fortune telling, horsejockeying, tinkering, etc. Cf. Bohemian, Romany. Like a right gypsy, hath, at fast and loose,Beguiled me to the very heart of loss. - Shak.
2. The language used by the gypsies.
3. A dark-complexioned person.
4. A cunning or crafty person.


Gypsy Grrrl
I always identify myself a gypsy. There are rumors that some of my Swedish blood is “tainted” with gypsy. Whatever the case, since my first move in 1989, I seem to be a drifter. Never really attaching to one location, picking up and moving on every three years. I make good friends along each stop, and then, move on. I rarely keep in touch, I don’t know why… I guess I like to keep the memories I had of the time we shared. After Okinawa we moved to San Diego where I lived for three years. San Diego was a tough time for me, my marriage was dysfunctional and abusive, and I felt trapped and dependent on my husband. All I could think of was planning my escape, which came in the form of an acceptance letter to UC Berkeley.

Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren't always good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems"
-Billy Joel

Berkeley Bliss and Living with the Incredible Hulk
While living in Berkeley, I found my home. I loved the Bay Area, the political environment, the multiculturalism, and the progressive attitude. Living in student family housing was similar to living in a utopia. All like-minded people, using the “it takes a village to raise a child” philosophy in its truest form. I still look back on these days with fond memories. After graduation I moved in with my boyfriend and things took a dark turn. We moved into Richmond, CA one of the deepest ghettos. (we were on the border). My boyfriend suffered a serious gunshot wound to his head, from a gang member looking to score a kill. This experience changed him, and he became David Banner-like scary. Though I didn’t want to leave the Bay Area, I realized that I could not live with someone so violent and scary. So I tearfully packed up my things, and moved back home to Bremerton.



Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park, Tweek Vs. Craig, 1999

I’m so happy cuz today I found my friends..in my head. Kurt Kobain Syndrome
Back in Bremerton for the first time in 9 years, seemed a new experience. Though my experiences had changed me forever, and I was not the same person who moved away as a pregnant 19 year old. Still, my childhood friends embraced me, and it was like no time had passed. Something about Washington State seems to turn me into Kurt Kobain. I become lethargic, depressed, and self-destructive. I started running around with a bunch of young band types, and causing all sorts of scandals. I realized the job market in Bremerton primarily relied on blue-collar workers, and my degree seemed meaningless. Depressed and ready to run, I packed up my belongings and decided to move back to California. I made this decision after one year of “trying”.



You should never argue with a crazy mind
You oughta know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with overtime
Is that all you get for your money?
It seems such a waste of time
If that?s what it?s all about
If that’s movin up then I'm movin? out.
-Billy Joel

Ghetto Livin and lots of Cannabis
Back in the Bay Area, I felt “home” and quickly picked up were I left off, including a brief reunion with my ex boyfriend. I quickly obtained a job in the marijuana movement, and began to make all sorts of contacts and career enhancing experiences. Though I had paid “activist” jobs (which are rare and hard to find) I still didn’t make enough money to stay out of the ghetto. Living in the ghetto of Oakland, and then briefly Hayward, wore on my soul. Though there is a strong community in the ghetto, it’s still a hard way to live. Being a single mother, I had no choice. Black ass soon crept back in, and I realized I needed to make another move. This time, I wanted to live near my father in the DC Metropolitan area.

Dazed and Confused in DC
I settled in Arlington Virginia and quickly fell in love with the area. You can take metro to anywhere you need to go. I got a good job in DC as the office manager for National NORML. I began doing freelance work for High Times magazine. I made contacts in drug policy and with other prominent reform groups. My career flourished as DC seemed the best fit for my education, passion, and experience. After a year, my son began to miss “grandma” and requested that we move back to Washington. He also worried about me going to jail for my activism. This started to really frighten my son with anxiety and nightmares. He told me he wanted a “normal mom” (not a NORML mom) and wanted us to move back to Bremerton. Though I really didn’t want to leave the life I created in Virginia, I decided that it was best to put my son first, and make another move.

He that waits upon fortune is never sure of a dinner.~ Benjamin Franklin

The Circle is NOW complete… Back in B-Town
That was 2000, and we have lived in Bremerton ever since. I have found work at the public library and a medical library, and also with the local paper as a freelance writer. My life revolved around my son, and being a sports mom. Though we struggled financially, things always seemed to work, and I told my self my career would be “mom” and my job would be to pay the bills. When my son decided to live with his dad two months ago in Phoenix Arizona, it broke my heart. I’m still coping with the loss, but I realize with him gone, there is no real reason to stay in Bremerton. Its time to move on.

Hanging on the promises In songs of yesterday An' I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time But, here I go again...
My brother is a Captain and Blackhawk pilot in the US Army. He owns a house in Colorado Springs, near Ft. Carson where he is stationed. He has orders to return to Iraq in March. When he found out about my son leaving, he made me the offer to live with him, and house sit rent-free. I thought to myself, “Why not?” Though I don’t know anyone in Colorado Springs besides the reputation of Focus on the Family and Dr. Dodson, I am moving there in late December. I’ve given notice at my apartment and at my current job. Soon I will be turning off my cable and I will be without computer access. This means I wont be able to blog for a while. After I settle in, I will be back. My visits to blogs, and posts, will soon be far and few between during this transition to my new life.

Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord, I pray You give me strength to carry on
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time
-

Here I Go Again
So here I go again, my gypsy heart about to move. I have solace in the fact that I am alone and I often wonder if I’m meant to stay that way. Hell, I’m used to having my own room, things and bedroom. I like being independent and free of control. Being alone doesn’t scare me; in fact, it’s as comforting as an old friend.

Hitch your wagon to a star. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm just another heart in need of rescue Waiting on love's sweet charity An' I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days
I’m too damn stubborn and independent to ever really be rescued. Like Billy Joel says, “Don’t try to save me”. I can only help myself and save myself. I’m so glad for the friends I have made through blogger. Many of who I have become extremely close too. Those that have my phone numbers will always be able to keep in touch with me, and I promise to check in to let you all know how I am doing. I’m not saying I’m leaving real soon, it’s a LONG GOODBYE, well a month long at least. But I’m really busy with preparations for my move, and find blogger to be a distraction from getting things done that I HAVE to do. So I will say this, I’m probably going to start fading away here really quick. Its not a forever thang…. Just a temporary leave of absence. With the divisiveness that seemed to happen after the election, and the fighting online that I participated in, I doubt I will be missed too much. But like Macarthur or Arnold Swartzeneger said

“I will be back!”



Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves and then we have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
~Snoopy

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses --
Rapid! That will do!

Put me in on the firmest side --
So I shall never fall --
For we must ride to the Judgment --
And it's partly, down Hill --

But never I mind the steeper --
And never I mind the Sea --
Held fast in Everlasting Race --
By my own Choice, and Thee --

Goodbye to the Life I used to live --
And the World I used to know --
And kiss the Hills, for me, just once --
Then -- I am ready to go!
Emily Dickinson - Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord



Goodbye Norma Jean

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in

Thursday, November 11, 2004

With All Due Respect….Serve Our Heroes that Served Us…..Fuck the Veterans and Our Troops!

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes! ~Maya Angelou

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ~John Fitzgerald Kennedy



Fuck Em!
Yes, today is their day to be honored, served, worshiped and service. Today is the day for lots of blow jobs, slutty sexing, and cyber love and appreciation. It’s the day to honor ALL veterans, those who served our country and put their life on the line for US. Vader’s way of thanking our veterans is sexing them up good. Providing free sex to those who deserve a special thank you. If its your husband, by all means… this is his day to get the special sexing treatment. Do anything, and EVERYTHING he wants. This includes YOU President Bush…. We thank you for your service, and think you also deserve some special lovin. (wheres monica lewinsky when you need her?)



Support Our Troops!
We have soldier dying every day in Iraq, and not only that, soldiers whose lives are on hold while they serve our country. These men/women deserve our support! What is the best way to support them? Fuck their brains out, provide blow jobs, or if they are currently serving overseas… cybersex the hell out of them!

Take One For the Country Baby!
Here is a website I found for an organization of horney gals willing to take one for the troops. Its called take one for our country.
Take for the Country
Mission Statement: To discretely provide US troops shipping out overseas with the most sensually pleasing departure possible.

You ALL know that I have done my part to support this cause. This was the BEST damn sex I have ever had! He fucked me like a soldier going off to war, wait…he WAS going off to war. Im thinking about him today and seding him lots of love and support.








Light A Candle
For those who are no longer with us, today is also the day to light a candle, visit the cemetery and really thank those veterans who served for us. God Bless the USA!


Stormtrooper Lovin
On another note, I got a new tattoo yesterday. It’s the Imperial symbol from Star Wars. Its on the top of my wrist. It balances out the Rebel Alliance tattoo on the inside of my wrist. I support our STORMTROOPERS too.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

I believe in rags to riches Your inheritance won't last So take your Grey Poupon my friend And shove it up your ass! EAT THE RICH



Here we are, face to face
A couple of Silver Spoons.
Hopin’ to find, we’re two of a kind
Making a go, making it grow.

Eat the RICH! Yes Im One Punk Bitch..
As a punk rock BITCH, its no secret I have a grudge against elitist rich silver spooners. This prejudice made it hard for me to vote in the last election. I respect the Silas Lapham types, self-made who know about struggle, adversity and determination. Its not that I hate all rich people, I just don’t have the same sort of respect for them or their opinions on life. Maybe Im just bitter because my life has been all about struggle. Maybe Im just a “playa hater”.

Historical Silver-Spooners and Our Presidents
Being the historian that I am, I gathered some research on our Country’s richest presidents. Now, just because these guys are RICH, that doesn’t mean I don’t respect them. Many of them made the money themselves, and that...I do respect. Enjoy.



George Washington
Source of Wealth: inheritance, plantations
On the Money: $1 Bill, quarter
The first president was also likely the richest in relative terms, perhaps the only commander in chief of his day who would have made the Forbes 400 Richest in America. Washington came from a wealthy planter family, and then married the widow Martha Dandridge Custis, who was also extremely rich. Washington's wealth was one of the reasons he was called on to lead the American Revolution--his military and political acumen was a bonus. Like many planters Washington could be cash poor, and according to Robert F. Jones, author of George Washington: Ordinary Man, Extraordinary Leader, he lost money while president, spending more on housing and entertainment than his $25,000 presidential salary. On his death, in 1799, Washington's estate was valued in excess of $500,000. His main plantation at Mount Vernon had 300 slaves. Half of those belonged to Washington, who freed them upon his death.


Thomas Jefferson (1801-09)
Source of Wealth: inheritance, plantations
On the Money: $2 Bill, nickel
Jefferson is a tough case because, while he was born rich--and lived extremely well--he died broke. Jefferson was born into one of the Virginia colony's most distinguished families--only one man in Albemarle County, where he lived at Monticello, owned more slaves than he did. As a young lawyer, his clients included some of the leading families in the colony. On the other hand, "His plantations were rarely profitable and his income as a lawyer in the 1770s fluctuated between $1,000 and $1,800 a year," says Lucia Stanton, a historian at the Jefferson Home at Monticello. He was considered one of the 100 richest men in Virginia (a 1954 William and Mary Quarterly article placed him "about" 28), though not in George Washington's league. As to his nagging debts, Pessen says: "These...were the debts of a hugely rich man."


Andrew Jackson (1829-37)
Source of Wealth: land speculation, plantations
On the Money: $20 Bill
Although "Old Hickory" was widely regarded as a commoner and backwoodsman, Jackson was in fact one of the richest presidents of the 19th century, says Blessing. Jackson's father died before he was born and he was raised by a well-off uncle before becoming a lawyer and earning a large fortune in real estate. He fell into debt early in his adulthood, but later owned 150 slaves at his primary plantation. He owned a racetrack and was a successful gambler, says Andrew Burstein, author of The Passions of Andrew Jackson. But the bases of his fortune were land deals that came to him in his capacity as a U.S. Army general. He and his army buddies were involved in negotiating the cession of land by Indians. "Then they went about [buying and] developing those lands," Burstein says. Even people close to Jackson raised eyebrows. "But it was part of the political atmosphere back then" and it didn't hurt his political career. Jackson added to his fortunes by marrying the wealthy Rachel Donelson.


Zachary Taylor (1849-50)
Source of Wealth: inheritance, plantations
The 12th president, a general like Jackson, was descended from the Mayflower pilgrims and was second cousin to President James Madison. His family was a major landowner in Mississippi, Louisiana and Kentucky. Though he was a career army officer and a hero of the Mexican War, he also attended to his cotton plantations. He died in office in 1850.


Theodore Roosevelt (1901-09)
Source of Wealth: inheritance
Roosevelt's family was among the first settlers in Dutch New York and his grandfather Cornelius Van Schaack Roosevelt was one of the wealthiest merchants and bankers in New York City during the mid-19th century. But Roosevelt scholars note that by the 1870s, the industrial revolution had changed all the rules and people like William Henry Vanderbilt far outdistanced the Roosevelts. T.R.'s parents both died by the time he was in his early 20s and he spent his life either in public service or working as an author and rancher. As a result, T.R. was much less well off than his cousins and many of his friends, says John Gable, executive director of the Theodore Roosevelt Association. Nonetheless, his inheritance allowed him a substantial income of $8,000 per year, enough to support a large home and servants, but not enough for a townhouse in Manhattan. T.R. lost much of his fortune before he was president in an ill-fated ranching venture in the Dakota Territories. When he left office he had to work hard as an author to pay his bills.


Herbert Hoover (1929-33)
Source of Wealth: mining, investments
Hoover was probably the most successful businessman among the presidents and one of the wealthiest. An orphan, he was raised by his uncle, a doctor and school principal in Oregon. At Stanford University, he excelled in geology. After graduation, Hoover held a series of increasingly senior jobs with mining consulting firms outside of the U.S., which eventually allowed him to invest directly in mining properties. By 1908, he was earning $100,000 per year, says Gorge H. Nash, author of the three-volume Life of Herbert Hoover. By World War I, when he was just 40, he was worth somewhere between $1 million and $5 million, Nash says. When war broke out, he began to devote himself to public life, turning down even more lucrative job offers. The future president worked without salary as head of the Commission for Relief in Belgium. While serving as secretary of commerce and president, Hoover donated his salary to charity, according to Timothy Walsh, director of the Herbert Hoover Library in West Branch, Iowa.


Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1933-45)
Source of Wealth: inheritance
On the Money: dime
A distant cousin of Theodore, FDR came from an old money New York family. His father was an investor; his mother was the heir to a China trade fortune. FDR was an only child raised in grand style in Hyde Park, N.Y., Manhattan and Campobello Island off the coast of Canada. Though a mediocre student, he attended Harvard and Columbia Law School. He quit law school before graduation, but passed the New York bar exam and joined a Wall Street law firm. The work bored him. FDR was elected to the New York State Senate at age 28. His wife Eleanor was T.R.'s niece. Because his mother lived until 1941, FDR never controlled the family fortune. But he was certainly able to tap it. Roosevelt died at age 63 in 1945, leaving a personal estate valued at just north of $1 million.


John F. Kennedy (1961-63)
Source of Wealth: inheritance
On the Money: half-dollar
Kennedy's father Joseph was the son of a successful bar owner and sometime bank organizer who became one of the wealthiest people in the U.S. with interests in banking, movies, liquor and investing. He became the first chairman of the Securities and Exchange Commission and aimed his son even higher. JFK studied business at Stanford but left to serve in World War II. His status as a war hero and his father's fortune led to his becoming the youngest elected president. JFK was notorious for going around with no money, and his pals who chipped in for him knew to send the bills to Joe's office, says Gil Troy, author of Mr. and Mrs. President: From the Trumans to the Clintons. He also had a large income from trust funds. Like Hoover, he donated his presidential salary to charity. Because his parents were alive when he was assassinated, he never inherited even a piece of the family fortune, which we estimated at its height in 1990 to be about $850 million.


Lyndon B. Johnson (1963-69)
Source of Wealth: TV and radio stations, real estate
LBJ laid the Texas good ol' boy routine on pretty thick, but he was an extremely wealthy man--one who earned his fortune entirely while he was in public life. LBJ's father Sam was a prosperous farmer and businessman (and state legislator) who lost most of his fortune when the future president was 13. LBJ worked briefly as a school teacher, but entered politics at age 23. By the time he was president, he had a reported $14 million fortune. Part of the money was from Texas land deals says Robert Dallek, author of Lone Star Rising: Lyndon Johnson and His Times 1908-1960. The key, however, was his wife's purchase in 1943 of KTBC, a radio and television station in Austin, Tex. The station--which for years was the only TV station in Austin--prospered and there was plenty of speculation that Senator Johnson pressured the Federal Communications Commission to keep KTBC the only game in town. "There was certainly a kind of insider trading going on," Dallek says, adding, "You can't pin anything down, of course."


George W. Bush (2001-present)
Source of Wealth: inheritance, baseball
The 43rd president is only the second son of a president to be elected to the office (John Quincy Adams was the first; Benjamin Harrison was the grandson of William Henry Harrison.) The Bush family money goes way back, says Herbert Parmet, author of George Bush: The Life of a Lone Star Yankee, but in recent generations the key figure was George Herbert Walker--called Uncle Herbie by the clan--an investment banker from St. Louis. (Prescott Bush, the current president's grandfather, was also an investment banker before being elected to the U.S. Senate.) Walker's firm, G.H. Walker & Co., bankrolled Bush Sr.'s oil venture in Texas. By the time he became vice president in 1980, the father's fortune was somewhere between $2 million to $4 million. George W., the first MBA president, was much wealthier than his father upon entering the White House--primarily on the strength of the roughly $15 million he cleared on the sale of his shares in the Texas Rangers (initial investment: $605,000).

Well I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinkin'
About all those things you said
About ordinary people
And how they make you sick
And if callin names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick

'Cause I'm sick of your complainin'
About how many bills
And I'm sick of all your bitchin'
'Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can't see no humor
About your way of life
And I think I can do more for you
With this here fork and knife

chorus:
Eat the Rich: there's only one thing that they're good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more
Eat the Rich: I gotta get this off my chest
Eat the Rich: take one bite now, spit out the rest

So I called up my head shrinker
And told him what I done
He said you best go on a diet
Yeah I hope you have some fun
And a don't go burst a bubble
On rich folk who get rude
'Cause you won't get in no trouble
When you eats that kind of food
Now they're smoking up their junk bonds
And then they go get stiff
And they're dancing at the yacht club
With Muff and Uncle Biff
But there's one good thing that happens

When you toss your pearls to swine
Their attitudes may taste like shit
But go real good with wine

chorus

Believe in all the good things
That money just can't buy
Then you won't get no bellyache
From eatin' humble pie
I believe in rags to riches
Your inheritance won't last
So take your Grey Poupon my friend
And shove it up your ass!

chorus:
Eat the Rich: there's only one thing that they're good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more
Eat the Rich: don't stop me now I'm goin' crazy
Eat the Rich: that's my idea of a good time baby
-Aerosmith “Eat the Rich”




Sunday, November 07, 2004

Fight the Power and the Government “No-Fly” List

Friday Night Tatto Parlor Tales
Friday night I was hanging with my friends at the Blue Devil Tattoo Parlor when I heard a story that truly frightened me as an American. On a recent plane trip, these guys were harassed, detained, and one Dustin Chambers was thrown in to prison for a week. Why you may ask? Because they were suspected terrorist.

Freaky Tattooed Terrorists and Milkshake Bombs
These guys work in the tattoo industry, and as such have a lot of tattoos. Dustin has tattoos on his face, and thus faced the worst of the harassment. Dustin had a wrapped present for his baby daughter that he was planning on visiting. At the check in, Dustin was told the present was a suspected bomb, and they needed to run it through a special “bomb detector”. After a long delay while the bomb squad tested his baby girl’s gift, they let him go. Angry and frustrated about his treatment, he made a fatal remark “What did they think I had a milkshake bomb in there?”. Right after making that statement, two airport marshal’s grabbed him and questioned him about using the word “bomb” in an airport. His response was that he said “bomb” because they had just put his gift through a “bomb detector”.

Welcome to Oz Nigga Surprise!
He was then detained, questioned and brutally interrogated. Since his name Dustin Chambers had been put on a “No Fly List” they continued to harass and detain him. They insisted he was someone else who had been using the name “Dustin Chambers” as an alias. Though he has no criminal record, and was NOT the person they suspected him to be, they continued to detain and harass him, finally putting him into a federal prison for holding. He stayed in federal prison for one week, despite having done anything wrong. Finally he was set free with an ankle bracelet to await a court date. Obviously, because of this ordeal, he never did get to see his baby daughter.

YOU May be a Terrorist Too!
I think this is totally fucked up. How someone could be tormented, detained and sent to prison for no reason is beyond me. I understand safety precautions we must take after Sept 11, 2001, but this kind of harassment is obscene. Anyone suspect due to their skin color, looks, commonality of names, etc, can be subject to this kind of abuse.

The American Civil Liberties Union
The ACLU has been fighting this kind of discrimination for years. They are currently fighting the Government No-Fly listand the harassment it causes to Americans.

From the website. “ACLU Challenges Government No-Fly List
The ACLU has filed a nationwide class-action challenge to the government's "No-Fly" list. Many innocent travelers who pose no safety risk whatsoever are discovering that their government considers them terrorists -- and find that they have no way to find out why they are on the list, and no way to clear their names”

Is this the 1984 George Orwellian future we want for our Country?

Here is the ACLU complaint form for anyone else who has suffered this kind of harassment.

Nekkid Boobie and Takin One for Our Troops
On another note, I posted a photo of my tattoo on my photoblog. Warning...the photo contains nudity. Lol. My friend Vito (who recently started a blog) took some racy photos for my soldier friend currently serving in Iraq.


Here is a picture of my soldier friend TC. Notice his sexy lover boy lips, and bedroom eyes. He is currently serving in Iraq with the Stryker Brigade. This is an infantry group. If anyone wants to write him a letter and send him some support, it would be so much appreciated. He says he likes to get letters to “keep his mind off the bad stuff”. Send me an email if you would like to support our troops and write TC a letter.

May the Force Be With You All!

1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould
(Brothers and sisters hey)
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Chorus

As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say...
Fight the Power

-“Fight the Power” by Public Enemy

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