reddagger
27th April 2006, 21:45
This has taken me over 5 years to complete in shifts and research. As much as I has grown to understand Che and his failings. I love Che and this is dedictated to a man who fought and died for me. Please post any additions you see needed. This is an open source project and would be best if WE wrote this. I would just ask, if reposting to keep my links in...I need to reach as many as possible. Never for capital...for freedom!
CHE
This depicts the epic struggle of a modern day hero
Alight ya’ll—I’m talk about another revolutionary---that the people call El Che
He was born in Rosario, Argentina—on the 14th day--of June or in May--of 19--28
Ernesto Guevara--came from a family with fet-ty
Not quite rich—but bourgeoisie petty
Had asthma attacks at the age of two or three—
Weak heath but strong heart—was what--he was born with see?
Pops--made him a jock— Screw the bottom-you come from the top
Steal from the poor—and never stop—create the race and smile at your rich face
Father wanted him to take his--petite bourgeois place—bad lessons taught
To escape this man and an ideology he couldn’t stand
He motor-biked the land—and went to school to form his plan
He wanted to be a doctor to cure the sick woman and to heal the hurt man
But the schools taught him lies—so he pretended to play the game—
And searched for truth on the side—his surroundings made him blind and lame
Gotta get out can’t maintain—planned a trip to meet the people and see the Earth
A vision-quest, a Sun-dance—a journey to force re-birth
To find the truth to slake the thirst—Chi--le, Pe--ru—Macchu Pichu
The smiles and blood of the Earth’s real peo--ple
The trails and tales of a thousand sorrows—filled that strong heart--that was once hollow
Transformed from a pig to a leopard—he discovered the communal love of the lepers
Leprosy is when you slowly lose your limbs—but the cats would give anything to him
He returned to school like a angry leopard—fuel for war—
But no idea what he was looking for—a gun or a lamb-less Shepard
Got the mans degree—played the game to a T—Still a rebel without politics or cause
He went to Guatemala—Doing the right thing he thought he was—In rejection of FAME
He was given his name—El Che by some Cubanos he met in a café—and from the people
Learned the real essence of Marxist Theo-ry—cabron got some politics—he’s making ripples—It got so hot—it was get out or get popped
And with his instincts he goes—off to Mexi-co—and through Hilda met Fidal Castro—
Ah straight up cat—the kind that always got your back—Fidal was like look dog
I got a plan--and Ahm run down to you jack—See I’m from Cuba—
We’re a beautiful people, but they use us—this punk named Bautista runs shit
And he’s just really America’s *****—a place to do your dirt for the rich
They got our women like hoes—in their casinos—The men playing the fool
The children rolling cigars for those who rule—
Finished his story—hit his cigar-an looked at Che real cool—tapped his ashtry
An said “ODALAY” WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO? WAIT…I’m TELL YOU CHE
We’re gonna train for hella-long—till we’re organized smart-quick-and strong
then we get some boats—straps, mo comrades and some rope
Pile into our boats and sneak up on these suckas cutthroat
Che says hey—mang—is this a joke? Me—you and 62 cats—
are gonna take Cuba back? Fidel shook his head si, carbon! and tossed his hat to the side
So Che, Fidel, his brother Raoul and 59 others set into plan—operation libre y muerte
Well they could only get one boat—and the guns were old and barely worked
But revolutionaries ride for the people—just live your life?—it’s not that simple
It’s not enough—to just fight for your friends and family—
You gotta see further then just you and me—let one go--set them all free
So across the ocean they went—revolution bent
Free the people—no matter--what is spent—seize what isn’t handed
Che, Fidel, Raoul and his crew were attacked as soon as they landed
Most likely--was a snitch—it usually is—betray the people--for your—selfishness
Ambushed only the three and twelve more made the push
Almost done—the comrades--only had nine guns—like brave-hearts
Ferocious in battle—strike and retreat like guerillas—never rattled
Slowly—winning the hearts of the people—they grew strong
Other cats begun to sing Che’s song—he treated everyone equal and was down
In a great battle in Santa Clara—the tides were turned—word spreading from town to town
Three years it took—to fight back Bautista’s men—and the tides began to turn for them
With the people man, it was over before it even began—the rich and corrupt ran
Cuba Libre! Habana is free—the people control their fate—a beautiful site to see
Time to rebuild—to Fidel—Che was number two
Entrusted to run the bank—you have to be a man that’s true
Piss off the Americans—Side with the Soviets--Cuba took a big risk
Che was down—if you get the gist—good man
Fidel asked for an economist—Che raised his hand—
See he misunderstand—Che thought he said communist
Volunteer worker—Che became the peoples amigo—his name topped the list
To make the greatest change—where to go?
Che hated the poverty in Africa—so off he went—to the Congo
He told Fidel his solution—to export revolution—and to live for the other
Failed mission—new decision—off to help the Bolivian sisters and brothers
And the end if I may—speak on he last day of Che
Who is in permanent revolution and not heaven?
Captured in 1967—with a leg wound—bullet hole in his gun—with no place to run
Hunted down by the CIA and whomever they could pay
To put an end to this revolutionary was there sole purpose and aim
Its time we—mention the assassin by name
Felix Rodriguez, who ordered Che's murder—fo’ shame fo’ shame
Him and Barrientos gonna catch a hot one in the end
Both living with the exiles in Miami-get em when need be
CIA flunkie—He was just another punk see--
Perez asked Che if there was anything, he wished before his murder
I wish to “die with a full stomach” he replied—maybe a steak or a burger
Once Che saw that they had got the word from the man
His last words were “Shoot, coward! You are going to kill a man”
Forever Free
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CHE
This depicts the epic struggle of a modern day hero
Alight ya’ll—I’m talk about another revolutionary---that the people call El Che
He was born in Rosario, Argentina—on the 14th day--of June or in May--of 19--28
Ernesto Guevara--came from a family with fet-ty
Not quite rich—but bourgeoisie petty
Had asthma attacks at the age of two or three—
Weak heath but strong heart—was what--he was born with see?
Pops--made him a jock— Screw the bottom-you come from the top
Steal from the poor—and never stop—create the race and smile at your rich face
Father wanted him to take his--petite bourgeois place—bad lessons taught
To escape this man and an ideology he couldn’t stand
He motor-biked the land—and went to school to form his plan
He wanted to be a doctor to cure the sick woman and to heal the hurt man
But the schools taught him lies—so he pretended to play the game—
And searched for truth on the side—his surroundings made him blind and lame
Gotta get out can’t maintain—planned a trip to meet the people and see the Earth
A vision-quest, a Sun-dance—a journey to force re-birth
To find the truth to slake the thirst—Chi--le, Pe--ru—Macchu Pichu
The smiles and blood of the Earth’s real peo--ple
The trails and tales of a thousand sorrows—filled that strong heart--that was once hollow
Transformed from a pig to a leopard—he discovered the communal love of the lepers
Leprosy is when you slowly lose your limbs—but the cats would give anything to him
He returned to school like a angry leopard—fuel for war—
But no idea what he was looking for—a gun or a lamb-less Shepard
Got the mans degree—played the game to a T—Still a rebel without politics or cause
He went to Guatemala—Doing the right thing he thought he was—In rejection of FAME
He was given his name—El Che by some Cubanos he met in a café—and from the people
Learned the real essence of Marxist Theo-ry—cabron got some politics—he’s making ripples—It got so hot—it was get out or get popped
And with his instincts he goes—off to Mexi-co—and through Hilda met Fidal Castro—
Ah straight up cat—the kind that always got your back—Fidal was like look dog
I got a plan--and Ahm run down to you jack—See I’m from Cuba—
We’re a beautiful people, but they use us—this punk named Bautista runs shit
And he’s just really America’s *****—a place to do your dirt for the rich
They got our women like hoes—in their casinos—The men playing the fool
The children rolling cigars for those who rule—
Finished his story—hit his cigar-an looked at Che real cool—tapped his ashtry
An said “ODALAY” WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO? WAIT…I’m TELL YOU CHE
We’re gonna train for hella-long—till we’re organized smart-quick-and strong
then we get some boats—straps, mo comrades and some rope
Pile into our boats and sneak up on these suckas cutthroat
Che says hey—mang—is this a joke? Me—you and 62 cats—
are gonna take Cuba back? Fidel shook his head si, carbon! and tossed his hat to the side
So Che, Fidel, his brother Raoul and 59 others set into plan—operation libre y muerte
Well they could only get one boat—and the guns were old and barely worked
But revolutionaries ride for the people—just live your life?—it’s not that simple
It’s not enough—to just fight for your friends and family—
You gotta see further then just you and me—let one go--set them all free
So across the ocean they went—revolution bent
Free the people—no matter--what is spent—seize what isn’t handed
Che, Fidel, Raoul and his crew were attacked as soon as they landed
Most likely--was a snitch—it usually is—betray the people--for your—selfishness
Ambushed only the three and twelve more made the push
Almost done—the comrades--only had nine guns—like brave-hearts
Ferocious in battle—strike and retreat like guerillas—never rattled
Slowly—winning the hearts of the people—they grew strong
Other cats begun to sing Che’s song—he treated everyone equal and was down
In a great battle in Santa Clara—the tides were turned—word spreading from town to town
Three years it took—to fight back Bautista’s men—and the tides began to turn for them
With the people man, it was over before it even began—the rich and corrupt ran
Cuba Libre! Habana is free—the people control their fate—a beautiful site to see
Time to rebuild—to Fidel—Che was number two
Entrusted to run the bank—you have to be a man that’s true
Piss off the Americans—Side with the Soviets--Cuba took a big risk
Che was down—if you get the gist—good man
Fidel asked for an economist—Che raised his hand—
See he misunderstand—Che thought he said communist
Volunteer worker—Che became the peoples amigo—his name topped the list
To make the greatest change—where to go?
Che hated the poverty in Africa—so off he went—to the Congo
He told Fidel his solution—to export revolution—and to live for the other
Failed mission—new decision—off to help the Bolivian sisters and brothers
And the end if I may—speak on he last day of Che
Who is in permanent revolution and not heaven?
Captured in 1967—with a leg wound—bullet hole in his gun—with no place to run
Hunted down by the CIA and whomever they could pay
To put an end to this revolutionary was there sole purpose and aim
Its time we—mention the assassin by name
Felix Rodriguez, who ordered Che's murder—fo’ shame fo’ shame
Him and Barrientos gonna catch a hot one in the end
Both living with the exiles in Miami-get em when need be
CIA flunkie—He was just another punk see--
Perez asked Che if there was anything, he wished before his murder
I wish to “die with a full stomach” he replied—maybe a steak or a burger
Once Che saw that they had got the word from the man
His last words were “Shoot, coward! You are going to kill a man”
Forever Free
Zearle Myspace (http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=4962588)
Zearle Archive (http://www.zearle.com)