Love. Light. Tribal. Perspective.
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)
“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
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