The Last Supper

The Last Supper

Where i spit truth, made of fire.....

You see tha powerful got nervous, Cause he refused to be their servant; 'Cause he spit truth, That shook heads and burned like black churches; Prose and verses, A million poor in hearses; Watch tha decision of Dred Scott as it reserves ; So long as tha rope is tight around Mumia's neck ; Let there be no rich white life , we bound to respect ; Cause and effect; Can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze??? My panther my brother we are at war until you're free!!!

Nuffnang

Sunday, October 28, 2007

money?

They say they don't have money to buy bulletproof vest for every policeman in Malaysia. Yet they can send that astronaut up. Thats what I mean by waste of money.

Bitched by el_fuser at 3:11 AM

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