We Don’t Need No Water… Let it Burn

When I was about 12, my aunt told me there is no problem that cannot be fixed with $5 worth of gas and a book of matches. My aunt was a former Panther-affiliate in Atlanta. She was red, beautiful and strong beyond measure. She was my Afeni. Without getting too deep, I want you out there to understand there’s a storm coming. This country is quickly becoming one where there is only rich and poor. The citizens feel abandoned, abused and scared. I know hip-hop says we OK… We ballin’… We doin’ it better than those other niggas, but, sigh, we are ...

Read More