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

Saturday, March 1, 2008

The Man who will save the Country!

Bitched by el_fuser at 6:17 AM

1 comment:

jeszebel said...

so true only he can save us now

September 12, 2009 at 11:43 PM

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