BLACK BANKER SOCIETY BACK IN TOWN
The Monopolists Takes The World And The Capitalist Takes The Blame. Since The Beginning Of Game, There Has Never Not Been A Struggle For Freedom And Justice And A Longing For Life Due To Greed Exceeding Need And The World Taking A Downgrade Because Of The Vanity And Needless Wants That Rule The Hearts Of Men. Money Is The Poor Man’s God. Hence, The Proletariat Is Foolishly Unaware Of The Totalitarian And Aims To Please The Bosses Unbeknownst To Acquire Just 0. 1% Of The Bosses Wealth. They Will Slave And Die As A Means To Be Seen As Obedient In The Eyes Of Their Superiors, As If There Is A Pot Of Gold At The End Of That Rainbow.
City Rule On The Go
From Mississippi To NY Cali To Chicago. London China Brazil. No Calypso No Crypto. All Cash Baby
Block Expansion Vol.4: The Big Parlay
And like the saying goes “you get out what you put in”. And more. 0 2 4 8 16 and so forth. Bet Big Win Big. It’s the good that one puts into the Game that determines the amount that one is due. Have you ever tested yourself? I have. I betted it all just to lose it all, just to redeem it. Life is funny that way, but the Kingdom of Heaven is very real.
The Streets Shall Inherit The Earth
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465 years, 7th months into the cycle and the idle still sleeps. The Streets continues to preach but the Game falls on deaf ears like it has for years. Poor still oppressing the poor despite our plight. Willie Lynch still lyching via satellite. Despite the tearing down of monuments. Witches wenching selling us out like, but don’t wanna be called Bitchez. Still a Chosen Few who knows what this money all about. How to re-up on clout and clean house. Never asking and doing what they allow, no doubt. It’s us who, don’t nobody know what they go through. Silently crying, trying daily for the life of the Game to keep sacred what we made and communicated. The feared and hated. Kings with no thrones. Crowns nor gowns.
“Where Is The Love” by Fajigi Fat Mama (feat. Fyah Indinal)
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Another Hip Hop Classic. For Hip Hop lovers and those into the sounds of the Marleys, Lauryn Hill etc., this is the meaning of magic. Who can say masterpiece? Produced by Zi Zi for Gud Gad Entertainment this is undoubtedly one of the most soulful tracks ever created. My take.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Where-Love-feat-Fyah-Indinal/dp/B08BCDPLQL