Mobby Rosas - George Jackson's Story Lyrics

Today's the day, we gon' get him out them tiers (Tiers)
This our only shot, he been locked up for years (Years)
That's my brother on my mother any other mother f*cker
In the way tryna stop us on mamas getting smothered
Locked him up and threw away the key, over 70
Dollar robbery, he was only just a teen
Now he doing life, just for tryna eat mane that ain't right
Money tight, but he learned his lesson let him come outside
Political ties get you institutionalized
For tryna fix the system this individual dies
He a panther, 'cause he know racism runs rampant
He a panther, he know the police all a bunch of bastards
He a panther, he know capitalism ain't the answer
He a panther, founded Guerilla Family, no bananas
He in Quentin sitting (Sitting), posted in a cell (Cell)
CO's whooping on him 'cause they notice he ain't pale
Shooting brothers, block the way when they going to get help (Help)
F*ck them racist judges mane I hope they go to hell (Hell)
We need our comrade so we ain't losing the struggle
We stirring the pot so revolution'll bubble (Bubble)
Racist system, don't give a f*ck about us ('bout us)
See us equal? Rather see cuffs around us ('round us)
F*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
(Yo) f*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
Black or white, fight against the ones who drown us (Drown us)
New age slaves, prison factories bound us (bound us)
F*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
F*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
I'm only 17 but they gonna see me
John Jackson in action on ya TV
In the bay on the way to Marin county court house
To negotiate a deal, we gonna get George out
Walk in the courtroom it's the trial of my brother James
He a comrade and 'cause that they gon' want him hanged
Threw James a pistol, put my rifle in the air
Said nobody move, or get bullets in yo f*cking head
E'ry body lay down, freeze just freeze (Don't f*cking move)
Comrade Magee hit the holding cell and let him free
Comrade Billy with me, now we really is G
Got the judge hostage, don't get silly with me
Tape his f*cking face to the front of a shotgun
If that cracker try to wiggle free he getting shot up
Grab the DA, you know he be lying on us
And grab three of them jurors, and tie 'em all up
The pigs is here and we getting photographed by journalist
Told 'em free the Soledad Brothers or it's murder bitch
We in the van with hostages, time to make our getaway
Then police did something I ain't expect, let they weapons spray
They shot a juror in the arm, killed the f*cking judge
They shot the DA in the spine, the van covered in blood
These honkies are crazy mane, James and Bill died
Feel bullets penetrate my body, I'm on the other side (Other side)
Racist system, don't give a f*ck about us ('bout us)
See us equal? Rather see cuffs around us ('round us)
F*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
(Yo) f*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
Black or white, fight against the ones who drown us (drown us)
New age slaves, prison factories bound us (bound us)
F*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
F*ck the system, bring freedom around us ('round us)
Year since my brother died, tryna get me out of here
Shit made my mother cry, plus I got like 1,000 years
Just met my lawyer, I'm walking back to my cell
CO seen something in my hair and said "what the hell?"
Covers blown, he ain't know I was packing a gun
Pulled my piece and said to him "the dragon has come"
Made the bastard go and open all the f*cking pods up
Now we rioting, and his bitch ass got popped bruh
We shooting and stabbing the guards don't know whats hatnin'
Six guards and two ratting honky inmates we dragging
Using nail clippers and pencils for throat slashing
Body after body on top of body we stacked 'em
Leave 'em leaking bleeding out, I found some keys I'm peacing out
Peeping routes, hoping no one notices me sneaking out
Me and homie made it out the walls now we outside
Running to our lives as revolutionary outlaws
Hoping that them snipers in them towers ain't my downfall
Shot me in the back, I died label an animal
Just 'cause they killed me don't mean the war is over yet
Comrades slide in the police station leave 'em soaking wet
12 gauge shotgun hit the sergeant in the f*cking chest
San Francisco PD is now one pig less
Another casualty, you can chalk it up to the class war
That's the fight between the rich and e'ry body that's poor
Fight it e'ry day, even though you didn't ask for it
System tryna hold us back, but we gon' f*cking blast forward
Yo pay attention, the story I'm kickin' is true
George Jackson was real, a Black Panther too
All this happened back in '71 and two
He stood up against oppression like you should do
I put his story in this song you listen
To let you know, you ain't gotta be a victim
You can and should fight back against the system
We all gotta stand together, only way we can win (We can win)