Escape Artists

Its like I'm escaping slavery. Freedom is calling me. I hear the crackers coming. Still, I'm running. In my veins, I have the blood of Harriet Tubman. Nat Turners soul in my body. I have the thoughts of Huey. I can not take my liberation loosely. On the contrary, I'm uptight. The time is right now. Don't ask why. Ask how...
How they gonna take my freedom away. And up until this very day, my people are oppressed, repressed in every possible way. They rape our sisters and exploit our mothers and expect us to have nothing to say. We have to speak truth to power. We have to fight 'till the final hour. It makes me wanna holler. I am not the son of sha-clac-clac. I am before that. It's time we attack. Identify the enemy... Now, I'm escaping slavery. Freedom is calling me. Its calling you. It's calling us. In God we trust. Not a government of democracy. Millions lay in the cemetery. Millions of others at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Captivity: i can not fathom that notion. It's time we go. I will be free by the next moon. I refuse to loose. I am not the son of sha-clac-clac. I am the son of woman. I know you knew I am Heru. Fighting the enemy to restore paradise. Let me say it thrice; I am not the son of sha-clac-clac. That is not why I came. From the highest mountain, let freedom ring