If you believe in social and civil justice but you are cheap and not too motivated to really go out and march or do some other shit try this…
Put a package of Skittles in an envelope and mail them to:
Chief Bill Lee
Sanford Police Station
815 West 13th Street
Sanford, FL 32771
Make sure you leave your return address with a note that these candies are for justice for Trayvon Martin.
What are we gonna do Internets? Too many lil’ niggas doing right is getting they baby wigs popped. Danroy Henry was a college student and a star football player, but all them police could see was a Black boogeyman.
Now this baby of a lil’ nigga gets popped by a fake cop who isn’t even arrested when the real cops come to the scene. Why? Black boogeymen syndrome of course. The murderer was even protected by the police at the scene. I’m sad for this lil’ baby nigga, but what can I do?
The Curious Case of Trayvon Martin
This Trayvon Martin shit hurts my fuckin’ heart.This little nigga was wearing Hollister tees, still eating Skittles and shit
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
I mean, this is really AmeriKKKa, where even Henry Louis Gates can get pinched for talking slick to a white. Why? Because he’s #stillanigger
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
One part of me wants to be an honorable person and fight the injustice of this land on the behalf of little niggas like #TrayvonMartin
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
The larger part of me wants to go buy some sneakers tomorrow and to keep having fun and not upset this supremacist system we have in place
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
What kind of future was a lil’ nigga named Trayvon gonna have anyhoo? He was prA’li gonna end up working at the FootLocker where I buy kicks
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
Sean Bell was about to get married. He had a name that even white might would hire for a job maybe someday.Trayvon?!? Nah, white no likey
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
I’ma forget about Trayvon Martin and go back to my life where I don’t care about anyone but myself. That shit may be cowardly, but its easy
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
For real… Don’t TWit shit to me about Trayvon Martin. There’s a lot more lil’ Black boys to be killed in 2012 by cops. I’ma save my tears
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
Really?You really give a fux?Then do something. Write a letter to your mayor, your state rep, your senator, your PRESIDENT!
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
See!I knew you were a coward too.You won’t change the world on TWitter.These 140 characters only belong to actors.Clowns actually.
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
Dead Trayvon… Sorry I couldn’t be a better dude to you but I got sneakers to buy. I’ll pour out some Skittles on the ground for you tho’
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
Dammit dead Trayvon! What else do you want me to do for you?!? Isn’t it enough to be a TWitter trending topic for a few hours?
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
Yo, for real dead Trayvon stop crying out! You had to die. What you think George Zimmerman bought that gun for? And he DON’T LIKE SKITTLES!
— DALLAS PENN (@Dallas_Penn) March 19, 2012
Every now and again you get to hear a song which reminds you why you love Hip-Hop music so much. The Message was that first song which gave me the freedom to believe music could transform my surroundings. It was like the song explained the world and the consequences which would follow if you didn’t make the right choices for your life.
The Message was a cautionary tale but still filled with compassion. That is how I feel about this song right here. ‘Decisons’ by Ka is that teach-the-babies rap music. You don’t hear too much of this sound anymore because empowering poor people’s thought patterns isn’t commercially viable. Ka seems like the type of rapper who knows this song won’t get burn on the radio.
DP.com has to always be a place for THESE rappers and these songs.
I mean, like, what did you expect?!?
Reebok’s homage to Jean-Michel Basquiat isn’t just honorable, it’s evolutionary. Basquiat’s influence within the pop culture art scene is part of the Hip-Hop godhead. Basquiat is the voice of the disenfranchised and eternally creative. There is no definition for this spirit and the only word we can find to be a synonym is FREEDOM.
Thanks to Reebok for blessing me and the Combat Jack Show staff with these kicks. #Respect