Showing posts with label That's cold ain't it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's cold ain't it. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Where blackness fits on the hierarchy of needs / take care of everything

And I feel like a million blacks

 running 

from the police 

could really spark the revolution just by turning around, running in the opposite direction, call it a stampede or Truth and Reconciliation or how the phrase we don't need no made Pink Floyd all that currency and comes from our sho nuff grammar of the plantation/ handcuff fitting your man better than any wedding ring ever did.