Love. Light. Tribal. Perspective.
You’ll drink when we tell you to, You’ll stand still when we say! Don’t get scared… There will be fighting, There will be blood! Don’t get scared… You’ll be hit when you’re not good enough, You’ll be hit when you’re
Who is going to teach us how to live? You don’t even know! What were we born for? You don’t even know! Why must we struggle so much? You don’t even know! Where is the Spirit trying to take us?
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 you
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). Brian “BB” Melendez, is a Northern / Southern Paiute – Western Shoshone: Community Leader; American Indian Spirituality Scholar; and Practitioner of Great Basin Indigenous Custom(s) and Culture(s); CEO / Problem Solver of Lucentree, LLC; Creator of
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