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NEW MUSIC: Junglepussy - “Nah”.

From Twitter to Instagram, I follow Junglepussy’s every move as though my life depends on it. OK, maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration, but this lady is the truth. Her statements of black power and the experiences of black women are the damn truth.

With sun goddess looks and imagery that reminds me of Daughters of the Dust, to important black woman supremacy ideals and natural hair sisterhood sessions, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t itching to be a part of Junglepussy’s clique.

Nah is taken from her debut Satisfaction Guaranteed.

i fucks wit it. and her. so… boost!

(via talesofthestarshipregeneration)

so much on my mind that i cant recline. blasting holes in the night till she bled sunshine.


Ain’t no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what’s gone wrong.
Late at night, when you’re in your bed,
The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong.

Tryin’ to justify the violence, reconcile in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it down with diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act like they don’t apply to you,
Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly could improve if/

You was in charge, maybe runnin’ thangs
(If) You was involved things would be different.
Maybe you could make a difference

Or probly not and things would stay the same
And you go to sleep at night
Knowin things will never change

Wake up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange.
Don’t remember last night, so you back at it again.
Turn back up your music. Put back on your chains.
Fasten on your watch and slide on all your rings.

Put back on your glasses that block out all the pain.
Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that it’s on.
Tell em that it’s on.

its kind of hard to listen to anyone else after you’ve become accustomed to Lupe MF’n Fiasco. *MF is for muthafuckin… in case you didnt know*

so much on my mind that i cant recline blasting holes in the night till she bled sunshine.

or blow a gar.