SPILL THE ENEMY'S BLOOD, NEVER INK.


SPILL THE ENEMY'S BLOOD, NEVER INK.

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Crossroads Episode 6


"I love my baby momma's - they get my highest honors / got to take care of them kids / man, I know you heard Obama / [...]" - Birdman, Jr.

All hail Banksy:
(Via.)


Lil Wayne - Swag surfin' (off his No Ceilings mixtape, which I'm sure is to be found somewhere around here).

"Katrina wiped the city out, but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove / lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago / but Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where I'm-a go / take a nigga gale and make her come give me a private show / still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo / [...]" - Weezy (Please-Don't-Forget-The) F. Baby


Short Dawg The Native - Sometimes off The Black Sheep.  Shouts to Alycia Steele Ista Zizi.

A personal narrative describing one (Cree) Native American's experience in the boarding school the United States government forced him to go to.  What if you were beaten on the first day of school (and every day afterward until you stopped, simply) for speaking the language you learned at home?

Our Spirits Don't Speak English: Indian Boarding School.

And as far as U.S. government injustice goes . . .
Nine-year-old Brisenia Flores was murdered in her home in Arivaca, Arizona in May 2009. She pleaded, "Please don't shoot me," right before she was shot -- point blank, in the face -- by a member of the Minutemen American Defense Corps (MAD).

Brisenia's story has been largely ignored in the mainstream media, but her life has galvanized people around the country to speak out against hate violence towards Latinos. We at Presente designed a poster to honor Brisenia's memory, and to send a statement that we want justice.
(Via.)

Click here to take action.

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