Another day,
the nish naabe way
bkaanak giizhgad.
anthems of the indigenous kind
from ancestral beats flowing down the traplines
it’s the deep bass that resonates filling up space
from the aether above us
connects the souls of our feet to the land below us
where cyphers breathe and spark, birthing
indigenous infused rhythms and resistance
maaba hip hop bemaadziwin, that’s the hip hop life.
Source: & See Full Article Here: —> bkaanak giizhgad
Besuche den Beitrag für mehr.
Source: Lichtermeer.
How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;
Embeds my brain. And. How could that…
Be. They’re;
Piling up the dead bodies.
In Bulletproof hotel lobbies
Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly
Northern monopoly
Its flooded. In an open air drug market;
Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic
Users, abusers, thugged out losers.
Breathe…. She…
Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;
She ran away as a kid
And…
It sad to say… The streets a trap;
Praying on the weakest.. Link
We brinked;
The highest H.I.V. rate
I write rhymes…Cause I survived…
And. Time Flies…
On the concrete.
-Nina
Photo post.
Source: iheart
Photo post.
Source: moo la la
You must be logged in to post a comment.