Love. Light. Tribal. Perspective.
Have you ever made decisions in your life, that you knew were going to change your path forever? Have you ever been in love with life and at the same time pulled by the arm towards death? Do you want
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
“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)
Do you want to know what was life like, as an Indian child, in Reno during the late 80’s? Do you understand how violence and trauma can shape a childhood? Have you ever wondered how common another person’s depression can
The good, the bad, and the all-inclusive: From a tribal perspective, everything has a purpose in nature, in spirit, and in time. There may be many things that occur (in a single life) that discomforts us and appears terribly unfair