Erykah Badu - I Want You

270 plays In Remembrance of Me Blu & Exile Below the Heavens


Blu & Exile | In Remembrance of Me

Below the Heavens is one of my favorite Hip-Hop albums. 

(c) Sound in Color (2007)


The Foreign Exchange  - Maybe She’ll Dream Of Me


PBS documentary, “A Panther In Africa” which should be on Youtube. The documentary tells the story of former Kansas City Chairman of the Black Panther Party Peter O’Neal and his wife Charlotte and their exile to Tanzania in 1970 after Pete was arrested a year earlier under a new law (that many note was enacted to control the Black Panther Party) restricting the transportation of a gun across state lines.

4,703 plays Rather Unique AZ Doe Or Die


“In order to be successful in any undertaking, I think the main thing is for one to grow to the point where he completely forgets himself; that is, to lose himself in a great cause. In proportion as one loses himself in this way, in the same degree does he get the highest happiness out of his work.” ― Booker T. Washington, Up from Slavery.

One man cannot hold another man down in the ditch without remaining down in the ditch with him.
Booker T. Washington


Dr. Khalid Muhammed x Tupac Shakur


Def Poetry: Sekou Sundiata - Come on and Bring on the Reparations



'The White House'

Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my…


"At ease with the source. I revel in the silent song of the breeze. The oppression that begins each moment comes to grip with the minds eye. In the dark green density of the forest there is place where all beings, all consciousness, all experience comes together in the flight of the wasp, in the darkness and secrets of mestizo eyes, in the torrid and raging passion of pagan rituals. All cries, all pleas, all justice, all meanings are visible to the divine in you, to the divine in me. Swept up in the anthem of human progress and the rendering of ourselves to mink coats and alligator shoes. Hoping and praying we remember where we learned to become human. In the beginning our minds are strong. Our hearts are big. We keep believing in love and kindness to our friends, to our enemies. But these values, these few pennies and dimes degenerate our sensitivity. Our soul awakens us from a dreadful sleep. She cannot feed us the rocks and pebbles that sprout from the soil. She cannot kiss us with lips protruding with disease and pollution. She cannot hold us with arms burdened by exploitation. But still we see our future in her images and symbols. In the beauty of her tapestries. In the horns and guitars. And dancing in the street. And cool breezes kissing the desert sands. And the romance of street people sincerely pleading take your time with the music, for this is for the people. Take your time with the music for this is for the people. Take your time with the Revolution for this is for the people!"



my brothers i will not tell you
who to love or not love
i will only say to you
Black women have not been
loved enough.

i will say to you
we are at war & that
Black men in america are
being removed from the
like loose sand in a wind storm
and that the women Black are

As a slave, the social phenomenon that engages my whole consciousness is, of course, revolution.

The slave - and revolution.

Born to a premature death, a menial, subsistence-wage worker, odd-job man, the cleaner, the caught, the man under hatches, without bail - that’s me, the colonial victim. Anyone who can pass the civil service examination today can kill me tomorrow. Anyone who passed the civil service examination yesterday can kill me today with complete immunity. I’ve lived with repression every moment of my life, a repression so formidable that any movement on my part can only bring relief, the respite of a small victory or the release of death. In every sense of the term, in every sense that’s real, I’m a slave to, and of, property.

- George L. Jackson

The great majority of blacks reject racism. They have never found it expedient, wise or honorable to take on the characteristics of the enemy. I think it is vitally important to stress that for blacks a concern for the “survival” of the race is not, patently not, definable as racism.

- George L. Jackson