SHORT!

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum wa Rahmatu Allah wa Barakatu

Oh My God! Why did I get robbed???!!!!

iPhone gone.

Wallet, i.d. atm, cash

GONE

I took a major short.

Got GOT!!!

But Allahu Akbar!!!

This is what makes life interesting, right? ^.^

Allah is testing my Iman and I remember a Brother from KAOS, one day, I don’t even know what he was referring to but he was like, “TEST ME!” So, I’m like, yeah!

Challenge accepted.

I should have known it was coming.

EVERY time I move somewhere, this happens.

So, I have my I.D. stored on my email.

That helps. It’s reassuring for me, if no one else.

Being on an island is tricky though.

Especially a colonized island, where the locals look at foreigners suspect.

Even though I feel more strongly for their cause than many of their own.

I love hearing political songs on commercial radio though. Like, “Brown-Skinned Warrior” and “Free the Land.”

Being disconnected from the World Wide Web has caused me to put things in perspective a little. Like I remember a time when I didn’t even want a phone. So, I compromised and got a LapTop with no ISP.

I refuse to get sucked in.

You know this is the change of seasons and I’m doing a lot of studying, watching what’s going on in the world like how the outlawing of abortions has completely eradicated the Black Lives Matter Movement. It’s like none of the murders, George Floyd’s being the most prominent, even happend. (Mispelling intentional. English is redundant)

Politicians haven’t even mentioned it in their platforms, debates, empty promises and rhetoric concerning Black People and Police Brutality is not even an issue anymore.

Worse, WE have forgotten!!!

I have more to write, Beautiful Black People, but I’m still recouping my bearings since I was victimized and will write again as soon as Allah Wills.

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum

Ummi

SANTA ANA 🌺🥰💐🪷🌹🌸🌈🎶🦋🤩👆🏿

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I get the Hispanic musicians mixed up but I don’t think I’ve ever seen them LIVE….

LONG LIVE SANTANA BLUES BAND 💐🌹🌺🌸🌷💐🌼🔥🔥🔥🔥

Latin music LIVE!!! OMG!!!

I’ve seen this one from LA several times but I keep forgetting his name! SMH

Not Tito

Not Dr. Bob

Not fried neckbones

That’s Willie…

But Carlos had some gems!

His NAME starts with the كاف sound –

KARL LOS

KAR LOS

LOS KAR

LOS KARROS

STRENGTH

And his SANTA ANA I think she might have been a real one

Here are a few of my faves

music.youtube.com/watch

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=mom2TLs3Fi0&feature=share

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9XXeznskQ4&feature=share

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9XXeznskQ4&feature=share

Ladies and gents, turn up your sound systems to the sound of Carlos Santana and the G&B, it’s The Product of Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Camp

Oh, Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She’s living the life just like a movie star
Oh, Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
[Guitar Solo: Carlos Santana]

Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick pock’ing on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poor is getting poorer
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox, there’s an eviction letter
Signed by the judge, said see you later

Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (East Coast)
Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (West Coast)

Oh, Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She’s living the life just like a movie star, oh
Maria, Maria
She fell in love in East L.A
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
[Guitar Solo: Carlos Santana]

I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
Ni gota de esperanza
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky
Hoping of days of paradise

Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (North side)
Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (South side)
Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (Worldwide)
Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (Open up your eyes)

Maria, you know you’re my lover
When the wind blows, I can feel you
Through the weather and even when we are apart
It feels like we’re together, Maria, yeah

She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She’s living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
Oh, she fell in love in East L.A
To the sounds of the guitar
Played by Carlos Santana

[Guitar Solo: Carlos Santana]

Put ’em up, y’all
Carlos Santana with the Refugee Camp
Wyclef
Jerry Wonda
Mr. Santana
G&B
Yo Carlos, man, you’re making that guitar cry

The Brother from EAST ELLAY IS…….

I love ESPAÑOL!!! 🤣😂🤣😂

I know someone named “POLLO” 🐣

And CHA CHA has a dish named “NUEVA ROPA” 😂🤣😂🤣😂

So here’s conguero

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=pbykr9-BTgQ&feature=share

I’ve seen him mucho tiempos LOL!

I fastforwarded to the dancing too much talk…

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This is how the brothers hula

CLICK HERE!!! youtu.be/dwVTsQXeeQ4

This the girls

I used Shazam to discover Palani Hula by Komakakino. https://www.shazam.com/track/94240211/palani-hula?referrer=share

Alooooooha! 🌺🌺🌺🌈🌈🥰👆🏿🔥🔥🔥🎶🎶🎶

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I used Shazam to discover Palani Hula by Komakakino. https://www.shazam.com/track/94240211/palani-hula?referrer=share

OMG! If you don’t know why 2Pac was targeted…

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Watch till the END! 😮

2PAC –

“It’s too many families that’s been affected by WRONGFUL Death.

This system and this country has tore apart my family and OUR FAMILIES.

You can’t have a BLACK FAMILY and BE TOGETHER!

How many more funerals do we gotta go to?

And how many more scenes of the crime do we gotta watch them chalk out BLACK FIGURES ON THE CONCRETE before we realize that –

The only way for us to get out of this predicament is to JIHAD

If we want a change, we gotta fight for it.

Ain’t nobody gon’ give it to us.

WE JUST GON’ HAVE TO TAKE IT!!!

“Ah yeah! Unh! Unh!

Holla if ya’ hear me! Unh!

Yeah!

Here we go, turn it up, let it start
From block to block,
we snatchin’ hearts and jackin‘ marks
And the punk police can’t fade me,
and maybe
We can have peace someday, G!
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin’ down the barrel of my nine, dead up
‘Cause it’s time to make the payback! Fact!
To my brothers on the block,
Better stay strapped, Black!
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth,
Tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won’t turn the other cheek
In case ya can’t see us while we burn the other weak
Now we got him in a smile, blast!
How long will it last
’til the po’ gettin mo’ cash
Until then, raise up
Tell a young Black man to blaze up
Life’s a mess.
Don’t stress.
Rest…
I’m givin but
be thankful that you’re livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
SEE YA WHEN I FREE YA!!!
If not when they shut me in…
Once again it’s an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat,
and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I’ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn’t help ya
Scream! if ya feel me, see it clearly?
You’re too near me!
… Holla if ya hear me!
Cali needs to hear it, the rebel
Cali needs to hear it
Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me (pump pump) if you’re pissed
To the sell-outs, livin’ it up
One way or another you’ll be givin it up!
Huh!
I guess ’cause I’m Black, BOND!
I’m supposed to say peace,
Sing songs, and get capped on
But it’s time for a new plan, bam
I’ll be swingin like a ONE MAN KLAN
Here we go, turn it up, don’t stop
To my homies on the block
Gettin’ dropped by cops
I’m still around for ya
Keepin’ my sound underground for ya
And I’ma throw a change up
Quayle, ain’t you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets,
The Blackstreets
They feel me when they rollin’ in they fat Jeeps
This ain’t just a rap song, a black song
Tellin’ all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin ’til other brothers bubble
… Holla if ya hear me
WHY?
Cali needs to hear it!

Will I quit?

Will I quit?
They claim that I’m violent, but still I keep
Representin’, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn’t stop it if we could, it’s a hood thing
And now I’m like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things
You were made to forget
Bring the noise,
To all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holler if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre’
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else’ll give a damn
… So we live like caged beasts
Waitin’ for the day to let the rage free
Still me ’till they kill me
I love it when they fear me
… Holla if ya hear me