Black rappers are some of the most progressive white supremacist on planet earth, they openly and aggressively promote ignorance, violence, degradation, exploitation, death, hedonism, materialism, and spiritual erosion to the black community. It never occurs to us or to the black rappers for that matter, that white men pay them millions of dollars to erode black souls, and to systematically destroy generations of younger black souls to come.

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but, the beats go hard as fuck though. 

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True.

the muhfuckin dillemma 

How else would you sell poison? It has to feel sweet at first…

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I want you to know
that the way the sun rises
over your naked body each morning
reminds me of how she used to rise
over the Tirumala Venkateswara Temple
back home, how I would ride my bike
to work before dawn and stop to watch
her first rays of light slowly climb the stairs
as if on pilgrimage for some higher meaning.

My grandma used to tell me that I would
miss this place once I leave, that
people come from all over the world to
climb the summit I ride past everyday,
as if all of them carried questions
on their backs only the top could answer.

I told her they were foolish for doing it,
she told me I was like the sun
that is raised in the East only to
settle in the West.

There’s a way in which you wake up
each morning that reminds me of more
than just home; you remind me of dawn
breaking like a dark cloud, of bent backs
and softly folded hands, of Sanskrit chants
and hopeful hearts, of believers and of
those who no longer do.

I asked my Grandmother once, what
do all these people expect to find
at the top? she laughed and
said ‘nothing; they come out here
to leave their questions behind.’

Now I know that you and I
don’t believe in deities as much as we
believe in the sky and everything she holds,
but the way the morning hides in the corner
of your lips refusing to come out
until you smile has me thinking -
that maybe we are all on a journey to answer
the heaviness we carry upon our backs;
and perhaps the journey is in leaving it all behind.

I guess what I am really trying to say is,
I think the sun goes to sleep every night
with a new question tied to her back,
and I think that you have always been
the place she goes to find her answer.

Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)

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jomul7:

The sight of you

the sound of you

the smell of you

causes a physiological reaction throughout my body

loosens my muses

and I go off with the cheesiest lines ever written in mankind

I breathe so fast

trying to capture this moment with all my senses

to record it all and forget nothing

I…

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Leslie F. Manigat

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In this life we cannot always do great things. But we can do small things with great love. -Mother Teresa
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