The trooper who was murdered had a name. It was Werner Foerster. The murderer's name was Joanne Chesimard which she changed to Assata Shakur after using hostages to break out of jail. She then fled to Cuba. The FBI categorizes this murderer as a Domestic Terrorist and she is a member of the Black Panthers.
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The "poet" is Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Jr. who goes by the name “Common,” and named his daughter after Assata Shakur which was a nice touch, eh?
"A Song for Assata" (chorus):
I'm thinkin' of assata, yeah.
Listen to my love, assata, yeah.
We're molded from the same mud, assata.
We share the same blood, assata, yeah.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Oooh.
Some of his other lyrics are so poetic:
"'My style is similar to AIDS, you can F with it now but catch you later'"
"At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection/But then I got it back with the Resurrection"
"Bitches ask why my britches sag/I ask the bitches, 'Why your titties saggin?'"
"If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine/cause I deliver like the Sun-Times"
"I heard a hoe say you her favorite rapper/So I had to slap her"
"What you rapping for? To get fame? To get rich? I slap a nigga like you, and tell 'em 'Rick James, bitch!'"
And before you racists complain, stop, this is multi-culturalism at its best and I do mean its best. And our First Lady and President are celebrating it.
More info here.
The "poet" is Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Jr. who goes by the name “Common,” and named his daughter after Assata Shakur which was a nice touch, eh?
"A Song for Assata" (chorus):
I'm thinkin' of assata, yeah.
Listen to my love, assata, yeah.
We're molded from the same mud, assata.
We share the same blood, assata, yeah.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Oooh.
Some of his other lyrics are so poetic:
"'My style is similar to AIDS, you can F with it now but catch you later'"
"At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection/But then I got it back with the Resurrection"
"Bitches ask why my britches sag/I ask the bitches, 'Why your titties saggin?'"
"If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine/cause I deliver like the Sun-Times"
"I heard a hoe say you her favorite rapper/So I had to slap her"
"What you rapping for? To get fame? To get rich? I slap a nigga like you, and tell 'em 'Rick James, bitch!'"
And before you racists complain, stop, this is multi-culturalism at its best and I do mean its best. And our First Lady and President are celebrating it.
