Revolutionary Greetings Comrades. I
write these words because of the love
and concern that I have for our youth.
As I sit here in this cage of steel
within the belly of the beast, I am
filled with rage and longing to rip
the heart out of this nefarious capitalist,
imperialist and fascist system of exploitation,
oppression and genocide.
Brothers and sisters, holler if you
hear me, holler if you feel me, holler
for a stop to the random violence
and senseless killings of our youth.
Brothers and sisters, our youth are
in serious trouble and it is up to
us as conscious, progressive, revolutionaries
to save them from themselves and from
the genocidal plan perpetrated by
this nefarious system.
Our youth are our future, our bloodline,
our lifeline and continuation of us
as a New Afrikan people. But daily
our youth and our future existence
as a New Afrikan People is slipping
away as the blood of our youth, the
blood of our future as New Afrikans,
is being spilled on the streets, highways,
byways, alleyways and ghetto colonies
of Amerikkka.
Brothers and sisters, holler if you
hear me, holler if you feel me, holler
for a stop to the random violence
and senseless killings of our youth.
Our very lifeline is being severed
as the umbilical cord of our life’s
nourishment as New Afrikans in Amerikkka
is being cut away from the body of
our continuation, which binds us together
as one New Afrikan People, one New
Afrikan Nation.
Many of my bothers and revolutionary
comrades criticize me for rotating
amongst the reactionary elements (street
nations), but I chose to continue
to rotate amongst my unconscious brothers
of the street nations because I have
not forgotten where I came from.
Yes, brothers and sisters, I come
from the streets, and the Black P.
Stone Nation out of Chicago. And even
though I have become politically,
socially and economically conscious
and made the transformation from reactionary
and counter-revolutionary to that
of New Afrikan Revolutionary, I cannot,
I will not, I have not and I won’t
forget where I come from or denounce
or turn my back on where I come from,
who I am, or on my brothers and sisters
of the street nations. And many of
my brothers and revolutionary comrades
criticize me and I even times criticize
myself, but I strongly and firmly
believe that the course I have chosen
is one of the surest ways of reaching
our reactionary youth of the street
nations and bringing them the message
of solidarity and unity, to raise
their consciousness politically, socially
and economically to help them realize
their self-worth and to regain their
self-pride and to put a stop to the
violence and killings.
Brothers and sisters, holler if you
hear me, holler if you feel me, holler
for a stop to the random violence
and senseless killings of our youth.
Brothers and sisters, many of us,
also I must say, most of us, come
from the streets, as well as from
street nations, and we weren’t always
conscious, progressive, revolutionaries
seeking independence and self-determination,
being about the struggle to free the
land from capitalist, imperialist
and fascist domination. No, brothers
and sisters, we weren’t always conscious
progressive revolutionaries.
There was a time in our lives when
many of us were just as reactionary
and counter-revolutionary as our youth
are today and in some cases even more
so. But many of us, most of us, after
having become conscious and making
the transformation from reactionary
and counter-revolutionary to conscious,
progressive revolutionaries, chose
to try and forget where we come from,
that we come from the streets, that
we come from the same street nations.
Brothers and sisters, our youth of
today are trying to be like we once
were. They’re doing what they saw
us do, they’re following in our footsteps,
the prints we left during our unconscious
reactionary and counter-revolutionary
lives.
Brothers and sisters, holler if you
hear me, holler if you feel me, holler
for a stop to the random violence
and senseless killings of our youth.