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[Verse 1]
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:
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:
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