When I die show no pity, Bury my heart in Blood $ity. Bury my body five feet deep, Place shotguns beneath my feet. Lay two canes across my chest, Tell my boys I did my best… Lit, 359 ———— If
Give them loud noises, and shine the bright lights, Drape them in awe, so they forget why they fight. Feed them cheap slop, and drown them with booze, Make them so tired; that they’ll be grateful to lose! Our plan
“This songs dedicated to my homies in that gangster lean, Why’d you have to go so soon. It seems like yesterday, We were hanging around the hood. Now I’m gonna keep your memory alive, Like a homie should…” (DRS, 1993)
It’s all bad (E-40, 1995).
Brothers move between valleys, They sleep beneath trees. Their blood is the fire, Their source of childlike desire. They called the angst and tussle, So a big brother, can drink vodka, with his little brother Russell. #coffeewithanindian #cwaiblack #thelessonlearned
Selflessness v. Corporate Attitude: The role of religion in larger society should be, that if you set up a church, mosque, synagogue, etc. then you must also be responsible for the upkeep and needs of the surrounding community in which
“I’ll just walk like a giant, police defiant You’ll say to stop but I’ll say that I can’t My gang’s my family, it’s all that I have I’m a star, on the walls is my autograph…” Ice-T #coffeewithanindian #cwaiblack #thelessonlearned