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

Friday, February 19, 2010

So here we are...

Been a year since I've written or ranted anything in this blog. So now I'm back. Be prepared for some new rantings!

Bitched by el_fuser at 6:05 AM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hello, as you may already noted I'm fresh here.
Hope to get some assistance from you if I will have any quesitons.
Thanks in advance and good luck! :)

February 27, 2010 at 9:13 PM

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