Diary of a Mad Band, indeed.
Can somebody please turn the lights on the 166, I can't see where the f*ck I'm going.
They all gone. Our ninjas dead.
Word to the mutha!
The book was good as shit.
Yeah, that way.
It’s our job to make white people uncomfortable in order to help them evolve to empathy.
Ain't no boats 'round here.
Just let your soul glow. Just let it shine through.
Because Louisiana Hot Sauce is the sweat that drips from the brow of the Almighty
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin everywhere
For men like him, Black women can't ever do right
Have a word for your brother. Have some time for another.