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The Home of Hakm's B-Side e-alter ego...his auxiliary brain or external hard drive...

My band Waylaid and I wrote this song.

It’s for Mumia Abu-Jamal.

And Gabi Rojas danced to it.

And Kamio Media shot it.

Hope you dig it! :) - hb

LYRICS FOR THE SING-ALONG* **:

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the beast

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the police x2

A million questions, no answers

They into crime manufacturing

My people target practice

A history of being captured

Cause this zoo that I’m in

Nadda but police and lyin’

Journal I, with a passion

Make an example of a Panther

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the beast

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the police x2

Taxi Cab for a prophet

Watchless on tha watch list

Firearm in his pocket

And a bullet in his body

Put Mumia in a Locker

Trouble anybody watching

Try to bury our conscious

But canna box no riot

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the beast

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the police x2

If it’s always sunny in philly it wasn’t that night

A history of Red and Blue Bullies in Broad daylight

A Bully-vard of pursuing people who’s hair ain’t right

A City Hall minus all the people Rendell ain’t like

With prison cells full of infidels cause they skin ain’t white

Our hearts are breaking and entering met by pigs that bite

Every time a man is framed it’s a killer-less crime

So we manufacture evidence to fit him with pine

Only guilty of being a shooting star in his prime

They try to blanket the sun, cannot pretend it’s not rising

Prayers and condolences to the widows of those that de-cease

And dittos to the families of scapegoats that appease

No more appeals to the brotherhood of fraternal police

We got some love for the officers with no dirt on their sleeves

But our history’s immovable as John Africa is

And the Philly I love and live, ain’t nothing like Frank Rizz

It’s a place where people exist, like Wesley Cook with his fist

And the only thing in his index is his beliefs and a pen

Instead of livin in da pen, thumb inkin’ his skin

And in the night he was arrested that was his only sin

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the beast

That’s the sound’a dem

That’s the sound of the police x2

*All Rights Reserved by Waylaid

**All Lyrics (other then the chorus by KRS-One) copywrighted by Hakim Bellamy

It is a distinct honor to represent the city I now call “HOME” in my hometown paper! Humbled, that a readership of 70,000 in the Philadelphia/South Jersey area is proud of how I serve community 2,000 miles away. Thank you Kim Mulford, the City of Albuquerque, my parents, the Albuquerque Poet Laureate Program, and the Courier Post! Read the article here. 

It is a distinct honor to represent the city I now call “HOME” in my hometown paper! Humbled, that a readership of 70,000 in the Philadelphia/South Jersey area is proud of how I serve community 2,000 miles away. Thank you Kim Mulford, the City of Albuquerque, my parents, the Albuquerque Poet Laureate Program, and the Courier Post! Read the article here