Fuck it dude. Let's go bowling...

The story just told is an example of the path that drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in every state of this country. It’s a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they point the finger at you, brother men, this is what you’ve got to tell them:

I’m not guilty. YOU’RE the one that’s guilty. The
lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords,
all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just
like you did with alcohol during the prohibition.
You’re the one who’s guilty. I mean, c’mon, let’s kick
the ballistics here: Ain’t no Uzi’s made in Harlem.
Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing
is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big
business. This is the American way.

WOW…it has been almost 2 months since I have posted on my music blog. I am going to try to get back into the daily posting. I can only promise a weekly post at this point though since it will take awhile to get back in the swing of things! Anyways, today I am going to post a song by Slightly Stoopid.

He lives his life all alone 
And the road to life 
Yes it goes up and down 
Doesn’t really matter 
As long as the music goes on 

I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai

I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection

Kiss me I’m drunk, and don’t worry it’s true
I wanted to show me how mad is my love
Come and attack me it’s not gonna hurt
Fight me, deny me if I fear when your close
Let’s make love and listen death from above

My baby’s got a heart of stone
can’t you people just leave her alone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just leave her alone

The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones below
are the signs of a girl alone
and tell you everything
you need to know

I can’t explain it
I feel it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
fills me with rage and I
want to tear apart the place

You try to tell her what to do
and all she does is stare at you
her stare is louder than your voice
because truth doesn’t make a noise

YOUNG LOVE

Out of the Sky (Kyau & Albert Remix)(ft. Sarah Howells) 

(Source: rhinestonesatellite)

Foamo & La Roux

Talkin’ ‘bout lo-oo-ove
Talkin’ ‘bout lo-oo-ove
Talkin’ ‘bout

Like the coldest winter wind
Heaven beside you, Hell within
And you think you have it still,
Heaven inside you

So there’s problems in your life
That’s fucked up
And I’m not blind
I’m just see-through, faded
Super jaded
And out of my mind

(Source: rhinestonesatellite)