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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
It’s all bad (E-40, 1995).
Welcome to Coffee with an Indian, I’m BB, your Host and Resident-Indian. You are now about to enter the Virtual-Rez. Have you ever wondered what it’s like living on a modern Indian Reservation? Have you ever had to make something
The roof is on fire: In my opinion, organized religions function like Walkman’s in an iCloud era. As ridiculous as it may sound – it is quite possible – religious bureaucracies may not ever desire reform for their classic methods. We