A Slave Without Chains…

8-3-2016
By: Willie “King Coe” Coe

The whips have been exchanged but at the end of each day I’m still a slave. The shackles have been removed but I’m still a slave. Free labor where they work me for my food; my wages are paid dues… It’s called my debt to society but my acknowledgment of my subjugation remains denied. They lie to me and my people and say that it will be alright but it’s been over 100 years and there’s still no light in sight. Punished if I fight and a fool if I don’t. I just pray when the bell rings that I don’t choke. I smoke to give me hope and sleep so that I cannot think. To cloud out the life of a slave without chains…

I dream strange things but none of them seem to set me free, these visions of death I see only bring me closer to the God-I-Be. Because I’m a slave that’s free! A slave without chains, that’s me… That’s we; so how can a king be at peace? With Willie Lynch’s divide and conquer still combating me? They worked me for free and say; “good job!” Damn!! Suicide is so hard. It’s what they want. To break me and make me, and I fight and fight with no avail, why must they rape me? The slave without chains I be… That’s me, that’s me, that’s we; our enemy is longer massah, but it’s we. The prison is our plantation. The menu is our slop. Work the detail or rot in a cell, but only time will tell if I single-handedly fail…

The women were planted to distract us. But the fact-us is they can’t break us or make us… Or can they? Because daily my people fold and break the mold, change the code and alter the mode. So, I ask myself, do I really wanna live and grow old? Or can I decipher the code and force the world to see the vision, themselves through the eyes of the Great king Coe?? Enter my realm of thought and realize that we’re slaves without chains…

Respect and power to the Fallen comrades of the 1971 Attica Rebellion. Long live the revolution… September 9th….