Chimurenga (the freedom cipher)

edited February 2010 in Zimbabwean hip hop
Lets Cipher for our freedom!

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    edited January 2009
    Bob blasting Bush and Blair all blatant baby killers/

    Fear and freedom hand in hand we stand not/

    instead we tremble, at the shout of the oppressor assemble/

    hiding behind the scared, the brave proclaim the truth/

    is it freedom when we so hungry we chewing on our tooth?/

    i ask, and yet supremesists are having a blast/

    Zims milk and honey but the cattle are starved/

    the fact is, cactus have become our rose/

    graves have become our roads/

    silence has become our code/

    freedom is lost/

    The masses starve just to pay for the boss/

    the boss if fat and we paying the cost/

    man it a fact that our freedom is lost/

    Who light the lamp so we could find it again/

    Look to the Lamb and we will hope yet again/
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    edited January 2009
    i skemm on freedom's ways and means to enslave da black mind

    shadows cast to cave my dreams we chase da sun but can't find

    the reality within,its deep like da scars on christ

    coz we could lose da yoke we bear but still be shackled at night

    like sheep kraaled and herded by the staff of a shepherd

    u move away from da group da wolves would have a circus

    so most freedom writers get labelled as lost wanderers

    and get crucified for da freedom in da ground found under us//
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    edited January 2009
    n so we out here flirting with the reason that we stuck in this,

    watchin on the tv while they welcome then they mockin us,

    watching how they see me as problem so they floggin us,

    i raise my head and see the reason why they keep on starving us,

    sink my thoughts deep into foucault and how he telling us,

    they set it up for power so they maximise and minimise at will,

    democracy is a utopian ideal - ideologies still kill - & my people still need meals.

    the capital-centrics - fighting for more capital its hectic - but dont forget to be is not to be without a legacy

    my legacy runs deep into the cracks of the earth - were my ancestral blood dripped is werefrom i wann earn

    we running from the finish line in 100m dash - and wif no headstart aint no way us niggaz gon catch up

    but still if we gone run we gone need them extra vitamins - revolution stray more pain to cease would be the vicodin.
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    edited February 2009
    we running from the finish line in 100m dash - and wif no headstart aint no way us niggaz gon catch up
    Hit the finish line on the 29th but that’s when the real race started/

    So we hit back, past the start, cuz we wz bung to become targets/

    Enough Accountants but lawyers on the national budget/

    What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is ours/

    I win I rule you win we share the powers/

    Defination of unity turned to make profits from our losses/

    The Powerless oppressed and all opposition bosses/

    Forced to retire on a heaven or hell package fuck serving notice/
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    edited February 2009
    freedom exists if only in the state of my mind

    though my spirit feel crushed by the weight of the times

    a greater design, Oppressed but never crushed

    stand in the pit full of flames but never touched

    we fought for land but tell me y it feel like its cursed

    the leaders stay proud while they putting rims on a hearse

    between clenching fists and pointing fingers

    slowly evolving from liberators to death and sickness bringers

    like the horsemen, apocalypse now

    now the lack of necessities bringing the metropolis down

    the ballot failed but the bullet only makes us the same

    my ballad sails, fully loaded and its laced with my pain

    so Im waiting for change now that the governments inclusive

    and maybe start a family when the environments conducive

    when freedom exists outside of the state of my my mind

    the bread basket, without a doubt we were fated to shine

    but right now its still corruption and death to the masses

    so I dont blame those who went to where the greener grass is

    but I'll still be here the day when Uhuru is attained

    when the old guard shrivels away in its shame

    UHURU,let the cry ring out from first to the worst street

    igniting a flame when your soul and my words meet

    UHURU, coz our words are weapons and we cipher for freedom

    and from this mess we'll establish a kingdom
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    edited February 2009
    [quote name="Synik"]freedom exists if only in the state of my mind

    though my spirit feel crushed by the weight of the times

    a greater design, Oppressed but never crushed

    stand in the pit full of flames but never touched :arrow:

    still stand tall, watching above all of yall - we "great" thats why they "wonder" at zimbabwe's "walls"

    set precedence they watch coz they know we gone have to pass the ball -

    the gate keepers - they might have caught but they cant keep us!

    :!:
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    edited February 2010
    i really think its ridicule, its ignorance so read and cure/

    we paying for the first lady's babies and her manicure/

    little salaries for the faithfull that have stayed behind/

    One can be Outspoken and the rest of us, stray behinds/* no offence.. and i dont mean that literally

    silence has us suffocated, families have disappeared/

    and we hopin on unity a concept that is not really clear/

    ridiculous it is, these half hearted treaties/

    never a perfect 10 like its half butt and titties/

    on hope i stand, i hope a grand a month for my doper Stan/

    aka the teacher aka Sir On-Dope-I-Stand/* dude thats a teacher but hustles crack after hours

    we getting comfortable coz the symptoms sorta half erased/

    The bull might be subdued now someone deal with the calves he raised/

    i know i've had enough of the pot bellied buffs/

    that ish on the rest of us, does pain bring out the best in us?/

    their demons will be wrestling us, does Christ really rest in us?/

    all i know is Elanor is looking to her father/* I.C.E's daughter
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    edited February 2010
    The freedom we claim is nothing but a tragedy

    When the country's run by bigger gangsters than Butch Cassidy

    The so-called leaders straight stealing out the mass pockets

    No food on our tables but the country loaded with rockets

    No power in our sockets but your motorcade always got diesel

    I'm calling a spade a spade, yawl dudes is evil

    Sell-outs to the cause, your ideas of leadership are so perverse

    One wants to kill his subjects, the other wants freedom reversed

    Fools
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    edited February 2010
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    kewl 8)
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