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

Monday, August 18, 2008

Close Down

I'm closing down this blogspot in a few weeks. Thank you for reading.

Bitched by el_fuser at 2:29 AM

2 comments:

Maharaja said...

y wana close down ur blog bro??

August 20, 2008 at 12:32 AM
el_fuser said...

Personal reasons bro. Now up and running d :-D

February 19, 2010 at 6:12 AM

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