"Our family survived the genocides so we can be here. And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same. Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain. And even then, my spirit will return in heavenly form. And wipe the chess board clean of my enemies pawns. The red don communist threat, buried and gone. So they invented a war, the government can carry on. It makes me wonder if the word of God is lost in the man. This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand. This is for the illest emcees that will never be known. And this is for all the soliders that will never come home. I wrote this for Mumia, stuck in the beast. For people who march in the streets and struggle for peace!"
- Felipe Coronel