didn't become an artist to sit on my hands as society self-destructs. didn't become a writer to hold words in. not on earth to watch the apocalypse on a screen. not on earth to plead with politicians for progress.

MAKE ART MAKE ART MAKE ART MAKE ART

“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ―Nikola Tesla

These tragedies will not be my life sentence —Mom

I see that artist/poets/MCs/musicians/dancers/magcians want to open for my To Whom This May Concern Tour. Post you performing in front of an audience. Lemme see summ. I love variety. Note- dope sh*t mandatory

"I feel endless since the beginning I been enuff" - @robalugibsun "Light Off" ("Painting" by RG & @SoundGenesius) Listen and Download: robalugibsun.bandcamp.com/tr…

take me to the place only pain can smile through take me to the palace of your graces at high noon

WATCH: Native Americans are protesting after ICE detained 4 Oglala Sioux tribal members in Minneapolis. Three are still unaccounted for. Let that sink in. The original Americans are getting treated like “illegal aliens” by masked federal agents.

lost 2 cousins in 2 months. working on paintings of both of them to give to the immediate family. here's my progress on the 1st:

Assata Shakur, "Love" 🕊️🖤♾️

RIP, Assata Shakur. She passed away yesterday in Havana, Cuba. She died free! The U.S. government, after decades of pursuit, never got the satisfaction of putting her in a cage. They wanted her bound, broken, and paraded as an example, but instead, she slipped their grip and lived out her life in exile, surrounded by people who honored her struggle and her survival. For racist white America, she was a fugitive. For us, she was a freedom fighter who refused to bow. Assata leaves this world with her dignity intact, her story unbent, and her defiance ETERNAL. She was never theirs to claim. She belonged to history, to the people, and to the ongoing fight for liberation. And now, she belongs to the ancestors. Rest in Power, love. 🖤

the last of… for Assata Shakur

RT @nyeusi_waasi: "I wasn’t against communism, but i can’t say i was for it either. At first, i viewed it suspiciously, as some kind of whi…

the synths during the outro of the fresh prince of bel-air theme song remind me of the intro to aly-us follow me

reach out & creative strangers become friends. side-by-side, we release introspective artwork to interdimensional audiences with no expectation of immediate reply

they broke up intense moments with belly laughter about true shit we accept about our shared experience breath of the sun cooling rivers moonlit under bridges burned while black people were still enslaved to presidential gain

been seeing ghosts that resemble clouds sweeping the land

day by day enduring things is it passion or dumb faith sumn bout rapping over strings grasping the heart in one take