me and my moms will never see eye to eye

  • me: ~gets job offer that will make me 16K more blood money a year to transform into liberatory structures, without the [explicit] white guilt organization nonsense that i currently have to deal with.
  • me: ~calls mom and tells her
  • her: ~sigh
  • her: jay, you're always running from one thing to another without giving it a chance.
  • me: that's because i recognize evil when i see it and jump ship.
  • her: well think about the network you're turning your back on.
  • me: that "network" makes its money off of the enslavement and general exploitation of our people.
  • her: jay, what is your long term goal?
  • me: revolution
  • her: ~sigh
  • me: ~sigh
cminorsounds:
why?

palmares-politics:

So can I live? or is my brother tryin’ to gun me down
Scuffle a couple of rounds ‘til we hear the thunder sound
No lightning, clash of the titans
And after the violence a moment of silence
Cause I want mine the fast way
The ski mask way, lookin’ for a fast pay
And instead of stickin’ up for each other
We pickin’ up guns and stickin’ up our brothers
So fuck ‘em all, I’m comin’ through ragin’
And I won’t stop ‘til Reagan is caged in
Mom tell me I should let the Lord handle it
The arm of the law is tryin’ to man-handle us
A man’s world, but a white man’s planet
And the doors are slowly closing while we fallin’ through the cracks of it

It’s a shame that flippin’ crack will be
The best alternative if you don’t make it rappin’
These crack houses and trap houses are trappin’ us in
And in the end we’re gonna remain stagnant
I ain’t havin’ it