(This is a song about Richard Moore now known as Dhoruba Bin Wahad. He was in prison for 19 years for a crime he didn't commit. He was framed by Counter Intelligence Program. It's important
that we support political prisoners. Because if we don't one day you might be a political prisoner and their will be no movement to support you)

Locked inside the dungeon
Souls separated by concrete cages
Desperate for human contact
Desperate for what once was
Now forced to serve hard time
Compliments of the dirty hands
That robbed him due to his beliefs
His faith in mankind and the human spirit

Framed by CoIntelPro

This is the cost of faith
Physical and mental abuse
Their batons against his skull
Their ignorant words against his heart
Their eye always upon him
Waiting for the chance
To attack him once again
Prison politics -- definition of racism
And as the headline reads
In persuading attempts
That this man is your enemy
And so the threats began to fly

From the very souls as well
Enslaved within this hell: The prison complex
Like a dog without a home
The guard besides the door glares upon his family
In disgust and self righteously assumed superiority
How can he from within this dirty place
Bring his eye to look
Into the eyes on the other side of the plexi-glass
It feels like manhood stolen away
Where did it go? When did it go?

Framed by CoIntelpro

He spoke. "Prison, the ultimate form
Of human torture."
So desperate for his spiritual connection
Outside his prison walls
He continues, "Human Beings
Need each other to grow"
Alone, drowning inside the insane thoughts
That begins to fill the head of a being
Who is enslaved within the concrete walls, steel bars
"There were times I woke up crying
In the silence of the night."
Nothing but time
To search the roots of how
Human nature could have concluded
To come to this place

Framed by CoIntelPro

Where in forgetting the privilege
Of their own free hands
Locked chains around their fellow man
His young life, his dignity
Thoughtlessly tossed away
"His crime?" the children ask
He fed the hungry
Drove away the drug dealers
Fought against hypocrisy, police brutality

Framed by CoIntelPro

19 years -- injustice served
But his struggle became all the stronger
Could we ever understand the pain he suffered?
Beaten, tortured, abused
But his struggle grew
His spirit soaring-above
The evil systems strikes to tear him down
Framed by their false charges
Hastily dreamt up in fear of his power
"Free at last" we cry out loud
For finally he walks the street again
Choosing to continue where his work
Last left off many years ago
Dhoruba Bin Wahad
He is the spirit of the people

(The original Black Panther Party have been a big influence for Resist and Exist because of their community work. In the late 60's Panthers had been targeted by the FBI and had their lives destroyed, were killed, jailed or exiled. However, Dhoruba and his group went underground and continued their political work with the Black Liberation Army. They took direct action to take drugs off the streets, and even sometimes punished the drug dealers. Please check out a film called: "Passin’ It On" directed by Jon Valadez)